
I can't look at myself in the mirror anymore
Without crying or an uproar.
Punching walls and bruised knuckles
dealing with this is a bigger struggle.
Tell me you love me, erase the pain
or I'll do it myself and slit my vains.
It feels like I'm dying inside,
I can't run from it, cannot hide.
I can't escape this hell, I've tried
But there's still rage inside.
I'm sure if you'll look you'll see,
the emptiness inside of me.
Get me through this nightmare,
my heart is beginning to tare.
Chew my heart up and spit it out,
My head is screaming, it's beginning to shout.
You see what you want and take what you want,
but it's too late, I'm dead inside.