i’m tired of writing all my songs about the same shit
i’m tired of post traumatic stress and being sad about it
i cant escape my thoughts please someone help me i can’t quit
stuck in circles it’s a cycle it’s a race i’ll never win

i’ve been used from every angle
and i’m ripped all up the seams
the ghosts yeah they still haunt me and the walls still echo screams
i’m a liar never once have i been clean since age thirteen
i’m a loser and i hate that the world is so mean to me

every time i close my eyes i see things that makes me cry
i’m used to it but i’m so tired and sometimes i wish i would die
so i don’t have to deal with it i’ll admit i’m not fine
but it’s so hard when i’m alone and have nobody to call mine

my friends don’t understand me guess i love them anyway
i cant seem to keep a man because they never wanna stay
i’m too much to deal with and i get why they run away
wake up smoke a cigarette and force myself to face the day
i’m stuck in an endless war
and i can’t do it anymore
i’m fragile handle me with care
i’m fragile and i’m so scared

don’t touch me i’m broken
my little hearts been torn open
too young to have been through this shit
i hate that i see life like this