Cold, impassive, see the clouds from the weather
I could storm the castle but the beast has a tether
See the sores and scratches I'm the least bit together
I've been sewn and patched but the pieces were never
Really part of my life, I'm a quilt of the highlights
Face my guilt and I'm crying but the on the outside I'm fine
In the deepest darkest dungeons of my mind, find peace there
Standing in fire, seeing if you can breathe air
I really wanna be there, depression's like a deep chair
I can't get up, but f*ck it, I'll bitch to these snares
See I escape with music, from this living hell I'm easily
Drifting in and out of sleep and the nightmares keep on reaching me
I freak myself out frequently, agoraphobic? You meaning me?
I'm a social butterfly but I can freeze up immediately
I'm eighteen, why is this shit life or death?
Because the bottom line is where I lie and I have nothing else