Everyday is the same
Ketamine, hobby\'s and bed
No matter what I do
I can shake the sins that you choose
Because it\'s always about emotional abuse
Screaming, shouting crying
Now I\'m alone and I\'m dying
The constant tears and the lying
If i could see you, without all the booze
I wouldn\'t lie, you were my muse
Desperation, frustration
It\'s all I feel inside
Never been violent
Now I\'m acting like a tyrant
Sick of being silent
My soul was vibrant
But not it\'s no more
I can\'t even sit and watch netflix anymore
I just stare at walls
How can people say they love someone with their all
But would happily kick them down on the floor
It doesn\'t matter anyway I\'ll never be good enough
I know that because why does the universe keep taking my stuff!