See there's something inside me— a black hole
I'm scared, oh why oh lord?
I can't handle the future like I pretend I can
I hate myself more than the bullet pain shot by a gun.
15 is not a decent number nor 14 was though I look back and cry at those beautiful scars.
Please lord show me some light
I'm blinded by Jealousy like a burning flask
Please lord give me some peace
Or else I will end by the black hole inside me.