I was put on this earth to hurt and cause hurt born from waste to rest in dirt, That is all I’m worth
I’ve spent years living life as a ghost Proof to myself I’m what I hate the most
I’d give anything to have a fucking purpose To wake up one morning not feeling fucking worthless Every day’s a waste and the nights are the same What’s the point of starting over when I’ll still be to blame.
Remember when I said I learned from my mistakes? I lied; I’m still pathetic, still a fucking fake. Still have my head underwater, still gasping for breath Still a man on the edge, still seconds from death.
I've always been obsessive A slave to routine Planning out my deathbed since I was seventeen
My deathbed’s my own I’ve made my grave my home If I couldn’t change for you Or for what we could be I don’t see the point in trying to breathe.