voices in my head keep telling me imma die
then they say im fine, like damn, why cant they make up there mind
pulling the trigger now that would make the demons go away
i tried to pray,
this witch, placed me under a cures
trapped in my mind. my true thought slowly fading
now i see what im becoming
now i see what i am
no longer ashamed, i know damn well im not the one to blame
my friend ships will no longer be the same
looking in the mirror thats just my public persona
i know im sad even when i smile even when i laugh
this smile to me its just arts and crafts
but its okay, i know your happy, you cant see through me
you dont see me when im bleeding, pleading to god
disappearing into this fog, sure its only figurative
despite the cuts on my arms, things in my mind cause affects in my reality