The days are blurring together and I’m finding it hard to withstand the weather.
If only I could pull myself together.
But I have no hope to getting better.
I wish I could just figure this out and be me.
But the masquerade never stops and they’re tearing my life apart at the seams.
It doesn’t matter how much I plea, just let me hide in my unpleasant dreams.
I’m burning under my skin and there’s nothing left within.
It hasn’t taken me long to fall, but I’m stuck against a wall.
So as I try to escape this, I won’t think of whether or not I’ll be missed.
Because no ones life should unfold like this.
And everything is somehow always in remiss.