Self worth
Self loathe
Truth hurts
Bleed slow
Self worth
Self loathe
Truth hurts
Bleed slow
The dice I roll has f*cked my life
It's all my fault, but it's not mine
The false convict of viscous crime
An anxious kid, witch wicked lies
I'd give up my current life
If it brings back what was once mine
Asking constant, tell me why
Do I feel I'm out of time?
Bleed
Slow