I’m a stranger in my own home
Look for me you’ll find me alone

Standing in a field of melancholy
“it ain't that bad”
You don’t understand the struggles I've had

grasping for a hand that isn't there
I go down under
thick hair and laced underwear

tainted lips of a painted picture
how can you figure i’m all here

falling pieces of myself along the way like the trail of cigarettes butts i leave
I’m slowing growing dimmer

perhaps a sinner
hanging on by a string, slice me out of this ugly world.