We’ll you know how this world can beat you down

And I

Am made of clay

I feel as if I’m the only one who thinks this way

I'm always falling down the same hill
Bamboo puncturing this skin
And nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall I'm drowning in
Two feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face
And if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place

I do not want this.

I do not want this.

I do not want this.

I do not want this.

ANDDONTYOUTELLMEHOWIFEEL
DONTYOUTELLMEHOWIFEEL
DONTYOUTELLMEHOWIFEEL
YOUDONTKNOWJUSTHOWIFEEL

I

Stay inside my bed

I have lived so many lives all in my head

And don’t

Tell me that you care

THERE REALLY ISNT ANYTHING NOW, IS THERE? >:(

You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
Like that means something
And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help

Yuep no shot sorry

Higher chance of winning the lotto than this