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