its four a.m. again
father, forgive me this sin
uncomfortable in this life, yeah
I cant put down this knife, yeah
Im carving words in my arms, baby
hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand
this isnt what i had planned
I need relief from this life
I wanna slip away into the night
dont wanna see the sun again
but cant get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind
I wish the ocean was warm
I feel like drowning
Im losing my faith in me
I cant remember the last time i felt free
from voices inside my head
when I taste liberation, they just feed me fear instead
you say Im out of control
at least i still have a soul
no, I dont need your advice
some compassion would be nice
I cant take any more of your pills
they hold my head up
but still it feels so wrong
I cant believe the price that Ive paid
for this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal, take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day