You say that you have your own shit,
But you have no grip.
I stay awake when your eyes close,
I hate so much I'm a lost soul.
I'm wearing a black robe,
While you think you're the pope.
This the real fucking me,
Don't like it? You can leave.
I'm at a all time low,
But you just hit a low blow.
I'm sitting with nails in my back,
Peace is what I'm glad I lack.
I'm tired of lying,
I'm tired of wanting to die.
I just want to get high,
But this can just as well be a fucking goodbye.
