my skin is rotting
don't feel like talking
All I do is scratch my skin till I bleed
listening to the songs you said were bad
I told all my friends that I don't like you anymore
but I lied
still meeting you tomorrow night
hope you don't see my
psychotic flaws
or my medication pills
I got my prescription filled
I tell myself act normal
before meeting up with you
it seems to be working
hope you don't notice
the marks
maybe I should get a tattoo
to cover it all up
I'm slowly drying into the ground
It hurts to breathe in deep
you'll still like me right
a little bit crazy
not too much