let me drag you into the pile of my mess the scattered trash i left and kept all these years
they smell and rot it'll take you back to where i get all these scars on my feet
there are broken glasses that cut my skin and made me bleed
i don't want to scar anymore but you get me everytime
you get me losing my senses again you trigger the knob in my brain
my mind expands until it explodes into the mess of my past
it's so hard to stop yourself from thinking
am i doing this again?