creeping up inside you, this is the reason you’re up all night, you wake up shaking. wake up, throw up, but you can’t kick your habit. the reason you fall asleep with a bad taste in your mouth, you can’t breathe in your own house. when you can’t sleep, you day dream about it, and you can’t live, you can’t be without it. and every single second, you’re reminded that you’re not strong enough to beat this. i haven’t eaten for days, can you see this? what am i? here’s some cyanide, breathe this. i’d rather sit in my room for days than socialize, when everybody’s genes are swen together with lies, and everybody’s minds are filled with too many lines, and too many thoughts. so fucking empty, they’ll fill you all up. impulse and darkness, the fucking devil and you’re his target. let smoke consume you, there’s nothing left to do. you’re better off without me? i’m better off without me too. who the fuck took over me? it’s like i open my eyes wide and i still can’t see, the darkness is consuming me and drugs are the only things that set me free. i walk along the dark streets at night, i could never bring myself to open up to the light, of your face, my place, i can’t live with all of my fucking mistakes. when i’m ripped open and all alone, the world will see my weakened bones. i might as well be filled with powder, so soft and i try to get higher so i can fucking shout louder. there’s no way out once you get in, & what’s the point in trying, i don’t even have any friends. i’ll be alone my whole life, no god damned doubt, and when i’m done with all of this, i’ll run up to the clouds and fly, higher than you could ever be, but you see i was made differently, i was made better, that’s what i used to believe, i didn’t know why you left but now i can see. selfish is all i could be, fucking consuming me, i cant even open my blind eyes and see. they say it getter better, when? i can’t stomach this until then. i can’t even look forward to where and when, i’ll sleep when i’m dead. the night will subside, the high and the glossy eyes, your soul is made of woven lies. after every single time you left, who am i fucking kidding? that’s no surprise. i guess it’s my fault, i let it inside me, i can’t believe my eyes, i breathe in anxiety. air isn’t something i need, everything is make believe, you see? look at yourself in the mirror, you mean fucking nothing to me. smile while you can, i can’t see this lasting long, i’m always right and i can’t be wrong. i can’t comprimise, and i can’t get along, i’ll make you feel like shit, like you don’t belong.  while my very flesh is ripped apart and my bones exposed, the world will see us suffer, we are all alone.