i hate myself,
more than i ever let on.
i’m burned out at 22.
i lived too fast and i loved too much and i’ll die too young,
but i chose this cup that i drank from.
knew what i was getting into.
but i couldn’t let out what i had to keep in.
i’m ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins,
that i’ve committed and:
i’ve made mistakes,
but i’ll find my way.
there’s no explanation for,
the things i’ve failed at before.
they can’t hold my hand.
it just hurts to be a man,
through the tortures of the d-mned.
if i only had an axe,
i’d sever the ties i’ve made with the world.
maybe i can be a stranger,
in a strange place.
if i start now, maybe i can be saved.
if i only had a mask,
i’d cover these bleeding eyes.
they’re bloodshot now but they’ll be black by dawn.
if i wake up now,
i can be pure again.
look at me now, i’m on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town. [x4]