I've been breaking down, been held up in my place
Avoiding the outside, the prospect of your face
Lonely and losing, cooped up in my space
Wish I could get better- you left, that's not the case
Caught by your fist first, but I felt my lip bust
I don't mind that it hurts- lately I don't feel much
Stupid, pathetic. Used to the deep cuts
Can't find my old footsteps- gave up, now I feel lost