To keep me side and strong. To make the horror strong. . To wear a mask. To have a mask. To have a mask. . Every time I turn around. I feel like shit.
Negative, negative seems to multiply. Confidence, confidence seems to run and hide. Cant you see, cant you see this is just a waste. Waste of time, waste of love, waste of fucking space?.
Trying to find a way to fight the pain. But it seems, there's no way around it. Reaching for the sun and finding rain. I melt, I'll always be grounded.