Pain (t me) - Weeping Wound

Paint me any color you want i can’t see anything

Shift the weight through the empty space —

The advantages they take

Lately i’ve been thinking about leaving my mind

It’s already separate from my body —

I don’t need either

I couldn’t commit to my beliefs and neither they to me

All evil people with no feeling

But jealousy…

Don’t give a shit:

Making out that we’re sick

Talk the talk but you know what you fucking did

Malicious intent — feeding a hurt mindset

Too drunk to contest…

You’re the one who’s fucking sick

But they drilled it into my brain that…

I hate me when i’m sober

I hate me when i’m not

So I pick the one that makes me forget it

I hate the way i feel

Throbbing in the side of my neck

I can feel the pulse;

the complete regret I called you friends

FAKE

And isn’t it sick?

You pushed a situation

Shoved the alcohol down my throat —

Spun the word, closed the door

Fuck the way they want me to feel

I won’t anymore

Counting down the days until they re-learn my name —

They all talk about change and then remain the same

Counting down the days until they re-learn my name —

They all talk about change and then remain the same