My skin is sick
My mind is deviated
My end is closer
Love won’t save me
There is no cure
There is no disintoxication
I’ll drown into insecurities of my I
Paranoia
Every time I will think I will be breathing
An anvil of loneliness will drag me even deeper
I feel rotten inside me
I feel rotten inside me
By my actions thousand would die
By my actions thousand would die
I don’t deserve to stay here