Crucified

Laying on the bathroom floor and thinking about death

Wondering if things would just be better if I left

I'm sorry that you see me as a person that I'm not

And I'm sorry that I just can't be the everything you want

I'm trying to stop lying about wanting to be gone

Because it always lets me get away before it digs in with its claws

Everything is terrible, yeah, everything's the pits

Burn me down with everything and leave me in this ditch

Atrophy and tragedy are everything I know

No, it doesn't make me stronger, I just wanna go

Breathing out through empty mouths, envisioning our youth