Some people cut
Other people burn
When I'm stuck in a rut
It's the bottle I yearn
I could just as easily smash it then bleed
But that 's not how my demon likes to feed
I like to suffer by getting out of my head
Forgetting my identity and falling in bed
I get low by feeling real high
A mask of myself
My night is a lie
I have a little flashlight
Sometimes I search for truth
But my battery is dead
and my sight left with my youth