My heartache punctures glass
Will I always come in last
I could give a f*ck about my fatigue
Will you always be there for me
Peace of mind comes with time
I'd sure like to show you mine
I hate the world when it must be
Scheduled for tragedy
Tortured time, old, retold
Pessimistic attempt, hate molds
Crying, Dying
Before I become what you make me
Take all your f*cking lies
And turn away with your eyes
If we were to confide
You'd be right there by my side