Got a black eye and scars on my chest
Been a dissatisfaction to all those
Around me since the beginning of my time
No other things ever on my mind
Besides this isolation inside my brain
Losing my head on the daily
My eyesight gets so fucking hazy
Been an old soul for as long
As people have been telling me
I resist my intrusive thoughts
And struggle to find the strength
To put down the blade day after day
Light bulbs just shatter above my head
My middle names always been dead
Theoretically it probably shoulda been that way
