i am not enough and that is a fact
wiping the tears from my eyes has caused my fingers to prune
everything they want me to have is what i lack
all that is evil all that is dark that is all true
to me hope can be somewhat of a noose
choking and inviting and releasing to us who seek
but it can't release you
it's nothing but a ruse
tell the world to come kiss my cheek
it won't miss me and the feeling will be mutual
they told me it'd get better as if they were so sure
as if they knew anything
as if getting better was real