It's piling up, a constant hunger I've been yearning for so long
You'd start to think that I'd be used to this
With every problem I dwell on
I'm still suffering, is this what I need?
A new love for a false sense of peace
Justify the sad excuse of a stranger I call "me"
Stranger I call "me" (one, two, three)
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself
And I'll pretend that I'm okay like this
But can you tell by my tone of voice
It's not up to choice for getting out of this bed I'm in?
Staying dormant in dark places I fall right back in
I concealed the guilt, tearing down any love I built
Now I'm wearing thin
I'm letting go, as you're slipping (feel it all cave in)
Will this pain be useful someday?
Pessimism finds its way to keep seeping through my veins
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself
The peace offering doesn't mean anything
When all I see are the insecurities, making me my enemy
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And I'm all worn down
I can't wait this out
And my mental health is defeated now
And I heard the sound in this broken house
The memory serves me well
Please, could you pick up the phone?
I'd say it all, I'd make it known
That I'm not what I seem
And you're everything in between someone who's leaving
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself
The peace offering doesn't mean anything
When all I see are the insecurities, making me my enemy
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself
The peace offering doesn't mean anything
When all I see are the insecurities, making me my enemy