they speak but it doesn't matter

and you're here again

again

it won't stop

im sorry

and again i push back

say it’s not like that this time

say i’ve gotten better

and deep inside my lie rots with i

and i'll cut myself open to see if im empty inside

and then i'll find blood and cry

every single time and

i hope that ill die and

i live and

i cry and

i curse my own birth and

i pray to a ghost and

i dig my own grave and then

i cuss at the dirt and then

it happens again and again and

i live for the worst