Chains of plague constrict, wrapped tight around my wrists.
Just want to free myself and be done with this shit.
Wasting time trying to frame my emotions.
They always change, I can barely control them.
I'm going under and no one can save me.
Is this really happening or am I just crazy?
It's like everybody's got a grudge against me,
and I ain't got no friends so might as well just stop pretending that
I don't give a fuck about what people
think, or how they feel about how low I sink.
This is something I have to figure out for myself.
There's no honesty in blaming someone else.
No confrontations just leave it alone.
Let sleeping dogs lie and just keep to myself.
I stay tight lipped 'cause I don't wanna sound stupid.
When it comes to socializing I'm not very fluent.
I've freed myself from distorted thoughts.
Inventoried all the issues I've got.
Face to face with the bathroom mirror.
What I'm seeing couldn't be any clearer.
An embodiment of cowardice. "
Pull yourself together, you fucking look pathetic."