I haven't lived through a day where I wasn't in pain In so fucking long, it's insane And I'm starting to wonder why I still lay here and suffer What is the point Why do I live I just feel like my life is a prison I've been on death row Anticipating the nothing I'm so fucking tired of complaining I don't wanna whine There is no endgame No justice for a world self-destructive To each and every living being that it contains I'm just grateful I never knew Where the gun was hidden in my friends' parents' houses There are so many versions of my life Where I'm never writing this song So many versions of my life where I'm no longer here at all I've always felt like a regular person being burned alive By a fire that no one else can see The only war I'll ever choose to fight Will be against the voices on the inside That don't have my well-being in mind Nobody tells you Suffering isn't just a thing that happens to you It's a responsibility We become reflections of all the hurt embedded within us It's not always easy to turn that into kindness Lord knows it's not always easy To convert your pain into kindness The exchange rates are simply ridiculous