Collector of compulsions theres just more to everything
My hands are just so f*cking raw now they shake themselves
I cant shake it off like the crumbs on my bed
Thats fine i didnt wanna be a kid
I utter to myself
I need to build more labyrinths so i can hide away
Cause im taking advice from people that dont know my name
I caused my own demise
That summer made me weak