why do I always feel so fucking cold?
is it because I'm just skin and bones,
I can't get any rest or of the ice in my chest?
these days there's nothing left

and when it's creeping up inside my empty veins
wish I could blame it on the demons
but truth be told
there is only me

fucking scary thought

I guess I'll just wait and see
I've kept myself good company
I pull the blanket tighter and fall asleep alone
maybe another six months
until I see the sun
it's getting harder to not let on to
how fucked up I really am sometimes

it's like I always knew
what was inside of me
I kept it bottled up remembering what we used to be

I don't talk any reason
this can't be justified
I think that after all I'm still a pretty selfish fucking asshole guy