Can't tell if all this pain is from the inside or the out Miss playing in the rain, and not overthinking these doubts Just try to stay in my own lane, but the anger starts to sprout I hear these demons in my brain, and they really like to shout I know the saying that they like to hear That everything has a purpose Then they ask you how you really feel But never stratch the surface And then they go to sleep at night Thinking they put out the furnace When all they did was clear some guilt and escape from their own burdens And I'm sick of being used and nobody seems to get it When you try to help the bruised, and the opposites depicted And when you finally say your done They ask why you shifted I guess I'm tired of being hurt And the pain is just too vivid Dont ever ask again, i gave you all the reasons I'll just keep using my pen, and you can guard your region I swear never again, even if you say your bleedin Cuz everytime i try it your way, my soul just seems to weaken