Ive been searching day by day
Trying to find another way
To get around it.
I can take any pill I want, but still theres no other way
To get around it.
If I dont face the truth I know
Something else will take control.
I try to fake it line by line.
But Im Still Unsatisfied
Did my mirror lie?
My mirror lied.
Its, taken hold of me
The chains wont set me free.
When I think about it
I can burn anything I want
But when the smoke disappears
I havent found it
Can someone please, tell me why
One day youre born, and the next you die?
I dont know, but I feel
So unsatisfied, so unsatisfied…
If I shoot it up in self-defense
It doesnt change my circumstance.
I sit around, hallucinate
I watch the walls, and the drying paint.
But Im Still Unsatisfied
But Im Still Unsatisfied
Im watching my world grow more unstable
Ive tried to cope, but Im just not able
Im Unsatisfied
My mirror lied.
Unsatisfied.