Somehow I always end up in the same place
Sitting in this chair and with my hands on this keyboard
Trying to make due when there's nothing left

Somehow I always end up in the same place
Sitting in this chair and with my hands on this keyboard
Trying to make due when there's nothing left.

This world is cold and heartless so i wear jacket n warm my self all the time but how do i give them a heart?

They say it hurts when the one you love doesn't love you back but what happens when they love you but you dont love your self?

That feeling you get when you run your hands over your scars..

We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for

I guess what scares me is knowing that at any moment you could rip my heart out and step on it and I would just pick it up and hand it right back to you

I question my existence...

How can anyone love me... when i don't even love myself.