there's more to me than this constant contest of my self harm its a problem that I face fuck the past everydays the same pulling in the drive way old brick house nothings changed confused and dazed what's the phrase? I don't care right now ask what's his name my lifes a battle my words and my thoughts are the things that I tackle a boat with no paddle lost in the ocean with no way to travel it's really sad too I only just passed you don't understand you you turned away I'm floating away I swear to god I really hate you so many faces look so many places theres not enough spaces to run and go hide my mind erases all of my praises get it in stages will I be fine This is my hell sit and I dwell out of my shell I would be blind hope you remember me deep in your memory least for a century after I die ya after I die ya ya after I die (repeat)