I should have died 100 times
who knew a basement would save my life?
I'm not hopeless
I have nothing to hope for
I will die alone, desperate and poor
The bruises on my arms are so unbecoming
your empty stare has me worried
you're not listening
All I want to do is fucking sleep
but I feel everybody's eyes looking at me
I'm only sick as the secrets I keep
can I be a secret you can keep
Just when I thought a day couldn't get any longer
I have again awoken to the painful realization of who I really am
I am nothing, I am dust and dirt