Copper skies and long highs.
I don’t know how long i’ve got left.
Am i dead yet?
Do i even want to die?
My biggest fear is myself.
I don’t know what will **** me first.
They don’t want to know me anymore.
I don’t know me anymore.
Copper skies and bruised eyes.

I’m screaming so loud and no one can hear me.
I’m too nervous to say why i’m screaming.
Do i even know myself why i’m screaming?
They could help me but yet they choose not to.
They will regret it when the time comes.
I just want to know why they don’t care.

No one heard my screams and that’s okay,
I think I’m the one who needs to hear screams today.
I’m feeling good but am i really that good?
Am I feeling the feeling or emotion I should?

I find it ironic that i’m sitting in the living room but I don’t feel like i’m living.
I only see the world in black and white now; 0’s and 1’s.
It’s like everyone is talking to me in a foreign language and I just can’t seem to understand.
I long for that understanding, that’s all i want.

There’s an itch I can’t scratch,
Deep within my being.
Located in my heart.
You make my heart itch,
Only you can scratch it.
Keep scratching it for me!
The more you scratch
the more it’s hurting me.
Please keep hurting me.