| I’m pushing myself through angst and distress |
| Identity skewed by my own rambling head |
| I try to ignore, try to forget |
| This suffering that I’ve unleashed onto myself |
| How can I feel love for anyone when I don’t even like myself? |
| Or anything else? |
| Constantly awake at night |
| My own subconscious, so self-conscious, mental fist fight |
| In all reality, I’m just a child in a rut |
| Scared and forever bound, as being sewn shut |
| I’m a loser, I’m a slacker, I’m a piece of shit |
| Just another complaining, whining, college kid |
| This broken heart worn on my sleeve is getting big |
| How can I feel love for anyone when I don’t like myself? |
| Sewn shut |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m as stable as wall-less foundation |
| Sewn shut |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m as stable as wall-less foundation |
| I’m pushing myself through angst and distress |
| Identity skewed by my own rambling head |
| I try to ignore, try to forget |
| This suffering that I’ve unleashed onto myself |