What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take
For me to love this fat f*ck that I f*cking hate
I wish these words that they say could touch me
But I wonder how could anybody love me
When everything under the sun is above me
I think that everyone hates me
Even if they embrace me
There must be a catch to break me
It must be fake to chase me
So I take the blade and scrape me
I'll cut until I bleed
Cuz I f*cking hate me
Cuz I f*cking hate me
(Tell me)
Why do I stick up for myself in conflict
When all my thoughts depict
That I shall afflict
On myself I'm a piece of shit
I'm a piece of shit
I'm a piece of shit
I'm a piece of shit
Walls with engravings of me as an anchor
Weighing down loved ones, creating craters
I dream to be a savior
(You will never be a savior)
But here I sit, an anchor fragile and made of paper
I'm made of paper
I am made of paper
I am made of paper
I am made of paper
I weigh down loved ones but I am made of paper
I am made of paper
I might cut my f*cking face in the sink bitch
I might slit my f*cking wrists, I'm on the brink bitch
I might cut my f*cking face I'm on the brink bitch
I might cut my f*cking face in the sink bitch
I might slit my f*cking wrists I'm on the brink bitch
