You pushed me to cut myself.
You are pushing me to cut myself.
Maybe you took the blade deeper,
But how the hell would I know?
My vision is hazy, but it was never 20/20.
Am I seeing stars or are they blinking lights?
I feeel warm and cold at the same time,
Maybe, just maybe, this is goodbye.
The world is as cruel as the people in it.
A hard pill to swallow, they say.
The type that you'd to go through lengths
You'd lose yourself and never find it again.
