I go to bed every night
But I don't get an ounce of sleep
Because I'm too busy thinking about how one day I'll be stuck in a coffin and how that comforts me
And I know I shouldn't take comfort in such morbid things
But my self loathing has proven to be too much
I've been unhappy for so long
Nothing can pull out of this shitty stuff
You said you want to give me the self-confidence
The kind the you wish you had
You said you want to make me happy
But I'm still so God damn sad
And it has nothing to do with you
And at times it seems that I don't care
But you have to understand I'm broken beyond repair
As angsty as it sounds I'm broken beyond repair
Music makes my headache
And nothing makes my heartache
Like it did back in June
The songs I wrote back then
Are no longer relevant
Yet I'm still trapped in my own cocoon
That's the last time I act on impulse for sure
Like I did on that halloween night
As soon as those words came out of my mouth
No it just didn't feel right
I fell in and out of love in under six months
And everything I once felt now is gone
And I'm sorry for putting it into a song
(I really am)
