I don't love myself anymore, but did I ever?
All these therapists think they're so clever
Bad childhood so my prescription is low
This world is so fucking cold
Everything's gone nothing left to hold
Everyone's face is empty
Is anyone screamng besides me?
Just want to die, but not alone
Guess I'm not made of stone
Broke pieces, missing, could be anywhere
Too bad I can't find any of myself here
Heaven's too cold, send me to hell
Drop me down, I'll say I fell
There I'll sit and burn
Waiting until it's your turn
And there you will see
The way it's supposed to be
As we watch them fall from above
And see all they're made of