Messed up, scrambled.
How am I still standing,
not flown off the handles?
This is more than
you can ever handle.
This feeling never goes away.
You want to choke your life away.
Entertain a waste,
put on a show today.
Slit my wrists wide open.
This has to be some kind of omen.
Hate yourself, I hate myself.
Slit them wide open.
How am I still standing,
not flown off the handles?
This is more than
you can ever handle.
This feeling never goes away.
You want to choke your life away.
Entertain a waste,
put on a show today.
Slit my wrists wide open.
This has to be some kind of omen.
Hate yourself, I hate myself.
Slit them wide open.