I wash myself in a cold shower
Counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours...
And death is growing in my heart, like flowers
I've tried to breathe new life, but I've no power
I stare at the ceiling
I scream at the wall
I'm not sure what I'm feeling
I'm not sure that I feel at all
I feel like my heart's beating slow
Like it cannot bear to live in my chest
My soul is leaking out of skin I keep pristine
That's the price I pay for trynna be the best
I'm losing myself
I'm rotting away
I lose faith in everything
More and more each passing day