What am I still doing here?
I must break out of here,
I must break way from all this pain.
At this point in time I don't think it's going to help.
Past the point of redemption.
Past the point of no return.
Past the point of redemption.
I feel all this pressure on my body.
So much press on my mind.
At this point, it won't help.
I've realized I'm not bitter,
I'm just so lost.
The dreams get more and more strange with each sleep.
I must pack up and get the fuck out of here.
At this point, it won't help.
I've realized I'm not bitter,
I'm just so lost.
Losing all hope, losing my mind,
Losing my will to live.
STEPPING ON BROKEN PIANO KEYS.
Everywhere I go, hoping it won't get worse.
Is this the real world? Do I deserve this?
What have I done to deserve this?
Alone in this.
Say what you want, say what you must.
Shelter yourself from this.
Who knows if it gets worse?
Much worse, and you can only guess where this will go.