Here I am again writing **** down like it'd make me feel better
I look in the mirror and **** i still like what I see
But the dude on the other side
Doesn't seem too happy with what I've become
A lot of things have changed
Not much that I'm particularly proud of
Maybe my best days are past
Maybe I'm a **** after all
Maybe I'm ****** in the head
And the only thing that makes sense is a paradox
Maybe I just need to sleep
Or get hit real hard in the face
It's probably really the end of days
Too late to be a ***** about it now
What if it's okay to feel bad
What if it's okay to ***** up
Maybe I'm just human after all

What about those I've hurt?
Wish I could say sorry enough
I never mean to hurt anyone
Except maybe the one in the mirror

So much has changed
But hey I still have a piece of my soul
I should probably let that bleed out too
Cos yeah it's so much easier to not feel at all

What the hell?! I'm probably overthinking everything
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Well until your demons come to feed

What does it matter anyway
All of it
It's all just a joke
Not a very funny one though
I'm gonna climb back up my ***
And not show my face here again
It's not like anyone gives a ****
It's not like I give a ****

I'm no poet
I'm just ****** up