Some days I still crave the idea of death
the escatsy that comes with having no breath
Some days I'm scared of the person in the mirror
maybe without tears her image would be clearer
Some days the voice in my head is the only thing I can hear
but I don't know if it's her or the silence I should fear
Some days breathing is a job with no pay
and I can't figure out why I still stay
Some days it's all just too much
but they tell me happiness is almost in my clutch
Some days I just want it to end
but they tell me my heart is on the mend
Some days feel like there will never be a next
but waking up is my godly hex
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
Some days I still crave the idea of death
the escatsy that comes with having no breath
Some days I'm scared of the person in the mirror
maybe without tears her image would be clearer
Some days the voice in my head is the only thing I can hear
but I don't know if it's her or the silence I should fear
Some days breathing is a job with no pay
and I can't figure out why I still stay
Some days it's all just too much
but they tell me happiness is almost in my clutch
Some days I just want it to end
but they tell me my heart is on the mend
Some days feel like there will never be a next
but waking up is my godly hex
