What was that? What was that you said?
I’m sorry, I seemed to have lost all form of sense in my head.
Claim I don’t know the feeling of torture,
But I get all the agony I need in the mirror.
The knowledge of knowing who you are,
Can far surpass any cut, scratch, or scar.

Tearing and eating away at my brains,
Just watch my blood pour down the drains.
Biting and thrashing in my brains,
Trying to kill all my miseries and pains.

What was that? Come again?
I’m sorry, you’re in a race you can’t win.
Call me the god mistaken friend in need of pity,
You can think you’re so funny and witty.
I see myself from the outside and inside,
This body and soul of mine I could never abide.

Stick a dagger into my brains,
Watch as the blood leaves nothing but stains.
Pull the trigger and blow out my brains,
Satisfied with nothing, so nothing it gains.

Say that one more time. I didn’t hear,
I’m sorry, these lies you speak aren’t very clear.
Tell the world that I’m prideful and weak,
When the truth is that I’m unstable and meek.
I loath myself to the ends of the earth,
Hating it all to the date of my birth.
The sanity I hold is so tiny and frail,
Trying to keep it all in I’ll always fail.

Depression swells in my brains,
Taking it all till nothing remains.
Smash to pieces every part of my brain,
Breaking apart to the sound of my name.