Broken head.
Stuffed with cotton...
Not sure of what I hate anymore
Or if I even hate at all...
Inhale the smoke,
sweet and white...
Why weren't you there
Why didn't you even care...
Anxiety holds a tight grip on me
Ana is starving me for perfection...
I got a concussion. I'm dying.
Is my leg turning purple? My heart isn't working...
Dark and dismal,
We wait in line...
Emotions they travel
All over my soul...
Homeless so many times
I wear two shirts and two pairs of pants...
When I don't remind you,
you know I don't change...
Why do you hate me so?
Why do you hate me...
One day, I saw my soul
It was looking like a coal...