I HATE IT WHEN MY STOMACH STARTS TO WRENCH UP
AND THEN MY HEAD FEELS SO HEAVY
AND I'M SO TIRED YET ALIVE
AND THE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS KICK IN
AND I LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE I WANT TO LOVE BUT DON'T FEEL ANYTHING FOR ME
AND THEN I LIE IN BED AND LIVE A THOUSAND LIVES WHERE I DON'T DIE ALONE
AND THEN I WANT NEW FRIENDS BUT CAN'T SEEM TO OPEN MY MOUTH
SO I JUST SIT HERE AND TALK TO THE DARKNESS, TO THE SPIRITS MY BRAIN IMAGINES