Clock's ticking, time's slipping
Life's getting hard, yet I'm still sleeping
As if my problems will go away
As if I'll make it to another day
As if we don't know the truth
Try wearing my shoes
We all know what's next
We all know I'm this close to sending that text
The text filled with gratitude
The text to those with great attitude
Do I have anything else to say?
And then there's no one but my words that betray
I'm sitting there astray
Trying to find a way
The blood's dripping down my arm
And I'm just feeling warm
Warm because that's my comfort
Warm because there's no such thing as forever
It was a time when those comfortable and warm showers
Began stinging and paining with all their power
I'm filled with hatred, yet I'm so filled with love
Why do I always put others above?
Calm thyself mortal
This world's nothing but a fake portal
It is getting hard to breathe
But I still feel as if I'm free
I still feel as if I deserve it all
I still feel that I'm the reason of this free fall
Shut up! you don't have to speak
Your opinion doesn't matter, even if it's at peak
If I'm just more pretty enough, right?
I worked hard day and night
But what's with the result?
It just looks like a hazard
Why are people still not satisfied?
They rather look horrified
I wish I was someone else
Not wanting to unalive myself
My hands that I've made a canvas of
It's nothing pretty yet people bluff
As long as I pretend, right?
They haven't noticed, but they might
"Oh! She's beautiful." That's out of pity
The statement itself makes me feel guilty
If only I actually was pretty
If only I didn't look so shitty
Maybe all of this would've been better
"It wouldn't be." Spoke the latter
Calm thyself mortal
This world's nothing, but a beautiful, yet fake portal.
