I feel trapped in this cycle that never ends,
Forever chasing my tail
Unhappily and blindly treading along,
Trying to see through the veil

It's not that I can't,
It's simply that I won't
And I know that I should,
But the thing is, I don't

But that's no way to live...
You need to be on my side
And I need to be on yours
If we're gonna survive

I love you, I do.
And I know that we'll pull through
I just have to work on me
And you have to work on you

The plants that I tended to all summer long,
They were all so fragrant and beautiful and strong.
But somewhere along the way, I forgot they were there
And when they started to wilt, I just didn't care.
I probably could have saved the plants if I had tried.
But I didn't, and so it is my fault that they didn't survive.

My brother had everything going for him, nothing was wrong.
He was so full of life and beautiful and strong.
I felt that little tug, but I ignored it and walked away.
I was the last one to see him alive that day.
I still feel like I could have saved him if I had tried.
But because I didn't stay, that was the day that he died.

My apathy is what killed them, and I know that this is true.
But I can't stop feeling nothing, I just don't know what to do.
The more things that die, the more things that I ****.
But I don't know how to stop this, so I keep standing still.

I try to pick myself up
Try to change
Clean slate,
Try to start fresh,
every time.

But every time,
You beat me down
Into a million little tiny pieces
To the point where,
I can’t even find myself to pick up the pieces.
I’m just shattered,
Pieces of me laying all over,
Just hoping the glass shards don’t cut anyone else too deep.

How do you get to know the reflection that you see
Only to find out that it is not what it seems?

Sometimes I overhear you talking about your childhood
I've always understood that it wasn't much of one
And mom always tells me there are
Things that I don't know
Things that broke you
Things that made you unfixable
I heard you say that your dad liked to put his hands on you
Well you like to threaten to put your hands on us sometimes
I heard you say that their words were cruel
Well you like to call us names sometimes
I heard you say they treated you like ****
Well you like to treat us like **** sometimes
It's like, you can't even see it
You're so ****** up that you don't see it at all
You are just like them sometimes
And sometimes is always too much