My existence becomes hard to stomach
Then I get sick from all the running
If I never loved it wouldn’t be anything at all
If I never cared I would never fall

I find society’s mess overwhelming
like a water well filled with mud
When will I draw out a clean bucket?
I’m so thirsty, but I guess just **** it.

writhing and bawling on the bathroom floor
This is the life
bleeding my feelings beneath the mask of a *****
Poison my dreams with a slow-working cancer
This is the life
Just to find death’s the only answer.