I am so bad to myself Bad love fuels bad blood And sparks a flame to burn all your bridges I am so tired of myself Weak from the lack of rest From endless assumptions I should get up I should get up now But it is so tempting to lay here and feel myself sinking I am starting to scare myself Stuck in the mud With regret and a souring disposition I should get up I should get up now But it is so easy to commiserate with my isolation I am starting to feel myself Blood churns and fuel burns within that must be culling something I should get up I should get up now I tell myself I promise myself tomorrow