Pure agony and absolute despair flows through these mirrors
Reflections piercing through my skin
I can't handle it
Why am I a threat to your own satisfaction
Why can't I suppress this desire to blemish
Desensitized
The warning signs
Ruins found where I was
Constructed by restricted minds
No use of trying to listen
Bleeding from the grip
Stuck in sinking waters I can't get out of this
I slowly rot inside
Shackles hold tight like bombs hold lives
Running in circles of strife
Drowning in all my remorse
Glass punctures deep in my skin
Shackles hold tight like your hands
More times than not you're just behind
My future stopped moving forward
When your past caught up to pain