Dread consumes my soul
Says a tune of old
Comfort in my pain is something I refuse to show
But had yet to change the reality of these chains
Yet unwillingly I admit to my palpably false claims
Self destruction been one half of my existence so
I must accept these demons if I ever wish to grow
In my head been scheming ways that we wish to go
Spiritually my experience is visceral
So I'll decide if its addiction or a brain disease
I'll decide if I'm a bitch or I'm just made to bleed
I have dreams of severing all my flesh
At war with physical form, a veteran in neglecting myself
I'm disgusted with my cellular shell
I been talking to myself like how's the weather in hell
Been doing lesser than well, my life is blessed can't you tell
Awaiting toll of the bell, feel like no soul left to sell when its
I got no tears left to cry
And I feel so alive
When I'm dying inside
I confide in you, in you
So who am I
I'm tryna solve that equation
Its hard to tell the shit
When all my life I been faking from
Mannerisms, voice to conversational phrasings
I been playing by some rules we're all taught to be playing
Suppressing my femininity, I feared they see me as gay
The longer that had preceded my soul continued to fade
Never considering maybe my self hatred could hail
From conforming to male, thus my image if frail
And my wretched reflection's never been me for a second
So tryna fill his shoes, only serves as a lesson
That he had never existed and now this served as confession
I'm sure you'll surely get the picture if you see what I'm sketching
I think these chains on my feet, might just serve as a weapon
Cause now I'm honestly relieved to be earnestly stressing
About the next steps in progressing towards dysphoria reverence
Cause to me, my perception brings me closest to heaven with
No tears left to cry
And I feel so alive
When I'm dying inside
I confide in you, in you
No tears left to cry
No tears left to cry
No tears left to cry
And I feel so alive