I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace
With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase
I'm in a war against the world that won't ever let me go
And every single day I'm digging my own grave
I want to drink away all my insecurities
Is it a coping mechanism or do I like waste away
I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace
With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase
The scars on my skin separate me from the rest
Now I'm convinced that I'm god's mistake
You see the scars on my skin and scratches on my wrist
They don't call for aid, they remind me of the pain
And when every single day I am digging my own grave
Then I'd rather be aggressive than submissive when
I fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace
With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase
The scars on my skin separate me from the rest
Now I'm convinced that I'm god's mistake
I'm a victim of my self destructive needs
I'm a loser, I'm a user and a coward, fuck
I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace
With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase
I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace
With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase
The scars on my skin separate me from the rest
Now I'm convinced that I'm god's mistake
Fuck