Trust is hard,
So i stick to myself.
My mind can't coincide with those of anyone else.
Bankrupt of moral wealth
As well as mental health.
Been on this path too long to start asking for help.
Its like my inhibitions on a mission to fucking maime me.
Sneaking suspicions that my faith is trying to tame me.
Feel the reapers breath on the back of my neck
Embracing the day that im free for him to claim me.
Come claim me (x4)
No amount of time will ever help to erase
My hate stained brain and lasting state of disgrace.
Til the day that i die i remain solitary.
Through thick and thin best interest never wins,
aready admit defeat before the battle begins,
As i watch all that i love slowly slip into the darkness.
Its the cross that i bare
And the hell i live in.
Stick to myself,
I dont need no one else,
Ill be just fine.
I don't need any help.
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