All my friends are moving on without me And I'm stuck in the past Rummage through my silly little head And cry about it I'm not sure why I am the way I am But I'm sick of it Nobody's coming to help You're gonna stay unwell Get used to it My bedroom represents the state of my head Always cluttered and messy Either war or a safe space for me I'm used to the blood on my pillow Singing to myself To stop me from shaking and numbing Rocking back and forth I comfort myself like a baby Oh, it can't be helped The beast knows you so well Nobody's coming to help You're gonna stay unwell I'm alone again Beating up myself 'Til there's nothing left No one to hear my last breath So I run and run And run and run And run and run And run and run And run and run And run and run And run away