Why am I in pain and why am I hurting, this nice guy act felt good for a while but now it's fucking hurting, everyone be deserting, rn my old bitch probably flirting, with her new man, like god-damn, don't know how much longer I can, wish I could go back, to where it began... I’m struggling with my fears and I’m looking in the mirror, and thinking maybe I'm not good enough to be here, and it’s fucking clear, my breaking point is just so near, damn... My friend said "I tried to warn you but you wouldn’t listen, so now I have to sit back and watch you put yourself into a mental prison, Then like a fool you gave away the key but luckily for you. You still have me. So I’ll get you out of here. Hopefully you’ll understand. Because in the end your my only friend. I’m the guy with the blood in his eye not afraid to speak every word you wrote. Not afraid to to speak from them torn out pages of your notes, So get behind me mr nice guy and shut up, then one day you’ll understand why I just gave that act up.