Hell is nothing
She screamed
Compared to this shithole
It's a dream
Nothing is sacred
There's no greater torment
Than here
Where I suffer endlessly
Will I ever make it out of here?
Will I ever make it out of here?
Will I ever
Escape this state of being
Here
I am so sick and tired of being
Sick and tired and full of fear
I've never been so confused
I've never been so confused
I've never been so confused
I've never been so sick of you
I've never been so sick of you
I've never been so sick of you
I've never been so confused
I've never been so sick of you
I've never been so sick of you
Sick of you
I've never been sick of you
Sick of you
So f*cking sick of you
Sick of you
Hell is nothing
She screamed
I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing
She cried
Not worth a poem
Or a goodbye
Not worth your measly sighs
I am nothing
Nothing at all
But maybe worth something
When I fall