I don't know if I'll ever get out of here.
And quite frankly, I don't care. I like looking up at how happy Halsey is when she sings and knowing I'll never be there.
If I take these headphones off for a single instant, all the knives will meet my skin. So I'm content with this weight on my chest and this tape on my lips.
I've never felt such a beautiful sadness. I don't think I ever want it to change. I've never felt such a beautiful sadness. I think I could get used to this pain.
It's content and clean. Nowhere to be. I can't lift myself up off the ground, I'm chained to my seat. I'll never come out of this, I'll never be able to feel. Do I want anything else? Don't be so naive.
They gave me a contract and it's already sealed. From the blood in my veins I provided the ink. Now I'm stuck here, no pain, no there's nothing to feel. Perhaps I'm content to just lay here and sink.
