Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I