Self loathing bouncin round like you're a pinball Wish I could find someone to see me under microscope Sure I could look inside myself but I genuinely don't know what my heart is for It's getting hard to tell what the fuck is anything anymore I won't need to know when I get Out of it My vessel Of bullshit I won't need to know when I'm getting Cremated Sweet fire of My death bed I can't help but see some good inside her soul Kinda makes me feel irresponsible Guess it's a self-fulfilling prophecy but I know I'm tired too of this self-pity shit It's feeling like a trap I can't escape I don't wanna die I just feel like I'm falling Ignoring The problem I don't wanna die I just feel like I'm drowning Dissolving To nothing To nothing