it’s four a.m. again father, me this sin uncomfortable in this life, yeah I can’t put down this knife, yeah
I’m carving words in my arms, hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe I need the touch of a hand this isn’t what i had planned
[Chorus] I relief from this life wanna slip away into the night don’t wanna see the sun again but can’t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind I wish the ocean was warm feel like drowning
I’m losing my faith in me I can’t remember the last i felt free from voices inside my head when I taste liberation, they just feed fear instead
you say I’m out of control at least i still have a soul no, I don’t need your advice some compassion would nice
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I can’t take any more your pills they hold my head up but still it so wrong I can’t believe the price that I’ve paid for this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal, take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day