I haven't lived through a day where I wasn't in pain
In so fucking long, it's insane
And I'm starting to wonder why I still lay here and suffer
What is the point
Why do I live
I just feel like my life is a prison
I've been on death row
Anticipating the nothing
I'm so fucking tired of complaining
I don't wanna whine
There is no endgame
No justice for a world self-destructive
To each and every living being that it contains
I'm just grateful I never knew
Where the gun was hidden in my friends' parents' houses
There are so many versions of my life
Where I'm never writing this song
So many versions of my life where I'm no longer here at all
I've always felt like a regular person being burned alive
By a fire that no one else can see
The only war I'll ever choose to fight
Will be against the voices on the inside
That don't have my well-being in mind
Nobody tells you
Suffering isn't just a thing that happens to you
It's a responsibility
We become reflections of all the hurt embedded within us
It's not always easy to turn that into kindness
Lord knows it's not always easy
To convert your pain into kindness
The exchange rates are simply ridiculous