Self-Harted and Woes Abundant

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

 

I'm the worst person you'll meet;

My sins are many and multiplying

The only thoughts that make me feel something

Are those of myself dying

I drown in endless agony

Anxiety is killing me

Until I reach epiphany

That death will be my sweet release

I make the same mistakes everyday

And I ain't getting better

Rather put the gun to my skull

And make the walls a little wetter

Paint with my brains an image of a perfect past

The brush will be my broken hand

Let loved ones be taken aback

Suicide will be the closing act

 

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

 

Someone tell me what I'm doing

Someone hold me for a second

"You're an infantile man-child

Who can't get any women"

Well, it ain't about the "gettin'"

I just want someone to touch me

Feel another human being

Then I wouldn't be so lonely

"That's why you paid for the sex, right?

Obeyed your silly sex drive

And now you're wallow in your pain

Until you fuck the next, right?"

It wasn't all that simple

Life's real messy right now

"You're not doing what you should be

Then you're saying that you 'drown?'

You're a narcissistic hypocrite

A scumbag, weakling piece of shit

A little thing falls out of place

and all you are is panicking"

I know you're right, but something's wrong with it

You're points, they don't make perfect sense

I'm doing all I can right now

Would you rather that I ended it?

 

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

 

Hey, man, fuck what you're saying, you don't know the whole truth

"Like 'you're scared to talk to people' or 'you tried the fucking noose?'"

I'm just saying that you're looking at this stuff all wrong

I try to do good, I slip up, but I gotta move along

Shit is fucked, and I know it; I ain't gotta sing the song

I did a lot of bad things and my laundry list is long

But I'll make the changes I need to and it's all in due time

I'm a real man, whether or not I panic or I cry

You're the hatred that's been bugging me since I was fucking nine

You're the reason why I panic, now prepare for a surprise:

We ain't talkin'; I ain't hearing you for all my fucking life

'Cause I know that If I stick with you, then I will fucking die

 

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"

"I'm here alone, suffering"