You wanna move mountains? Go ahead
I think I’ll suffocate instead
A change of scenery won’t tame
The endless earthquakes in my head
They’re all in my head, so I’ll suffer through
A means to an end, it’s all I can do…
i’m not the one at fault
but i’m the only cause you see
so i have to take the effect
what do you want me to do?
i’ve cut myself up until
both my mind and veins are drained
but not of all the guilt that i carry
and still, would it be enough?
would it be enough for you?
i’m just so tired of waiting
until i stop being such a fucking liability
and i start being your healthy host
that you parasites can ravage
just so i could atone for what i did
or at least just so you would see it that way
because what else is there?
saying “i’m sorry” when i don’t mean it?
that wouldn’t be enough for you, would it?
but then again, it’s my fault
for being way too fucking optimistic
i don’t accept good and bad luck
and that this time i struck out
no, it’s all about positives and negatives
call it a karmic irony, if you may
find a way to be a little happy for once
and life drags you down through 7 layers of hell
tell me, loved ones, was i never enough?
and i couldn’t even write about it
because you’d call me selfish and shallow
that i have no right to be depressed
because i’m living the “good life”
and that i see only myself in all this
well, of course i fucking do
i need to place myself somewhere
otherwise i wouldn’t see the bigger picture
but don’t you see, loved ones?
will you never see that i’ve had enough?