Drowning in my life.
I don’t think I have any more fight.
Fading away.
I guess that’s why no one ever stays.
Sinking in regret.
What’s left in my chest?
I don’t know what’s left.
And I can’t keep living with all of this stress.

Falling.
What happened to my mind?
A rhythm I can’t recognize.
Why can’t I get up?
I keep slipping away.
What about these wounds?
The fight was always unfair.
Now I’m left gasping for air.
Where do I run to?
I feel like I’m losing myself completely and I don’t know who’s left.
So why am I trapped?
They say the truth sets you free.
But the masquerade covers it up and ignores my pleas.
Why can’t I be free?
Why can’t I figure out what I need?
Is death really the only salvation for me?
I want to find someone.
But who could ever love someone like me?

I can’t decipher my life.
No wonder nothing ever seems right.
Maybe I should just leave into the night.
But I’m losing my sights.
And I can’t stop thinking about the knife.
So tell me, what has come out of this fight?

So much hate, will I ever escape?
Why can’t I move past this and be happy for a change?
Have I ever been happy?
I forget what it’s like.
I don’t even feel like sleeping at night.
Trying to get the feeling back with whatever I can stomach.
But I’m a mistake in this existence, and somehow the masquerade loves it.
So what do I do to break off these chains?
I don’t know where I’m going but I know I need to change.

What’s left of me?
Who am I becoming?
It feels as if I’m almost devolving.
A flower whose petals has been picked apart.
Don’t get me started because I don’t know what’s left of my heart.
If only I could learn how to bloom to be truly me.
But this life is deceiving and I’m always lost without a key.
So what’s left in this sequence, I can’t even see.
So I guess I’ll just keep trying to unfurl into a better me.

Stuck with this disorder, I might as well be trapped in a corner.
What would happen if I could change my fate?
Would there be hope for a better day?
I just wish I could find a way for all of this to change.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck being a slave to their game.

Tear my chest open to see if my heart’s beating.
Everyone comes and goes, but they’re always leaving.
Faces are so deceiving, what’s even real? I don’t know what I’m seeing.
will I stay all alone and keep grieving?
Life lost, what’s next?
I’m an unemotional wreck.
I know deep down I have a heart worth saving.
But it’s been stolen or manipulated so it’s not really mine for the taking.
If only I could get myself back.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck on what I lack.
I just wish I could be something real.
But I’m stuck making questionable decisions and making ****** deals.