Something bout the way this all came crashing at my feet

Such a shame it’s when I’m most myself and drama’s in the past tense

That’s the, fuckin issue, with the artistry today

No one, wants the normal, when there’s clinically insane

Sane, sane

There was a time when I had more to say

Had more to say, knew not how

But what’s the use for stories you can tell

That you can tell to no one

So suck it up inside and wait for it to die

To die on everyone, for them to note you’re gone

Coz what’s the use for stories you can tell

That you can tell

To no one else

There’s no one else

Shed that skin a while ago, but still find the remains

Find it crusted underneath my finger nails or flaking on a mattress

Stuck with my own mind, I cycle downwards into pain

What’s with all the pressure, when you’re self-absorbed and vain

Vain, vain

There was a time when I had more to say

Had more to say, knew not how

But what’s the use for stories you can tell

That you can tell to no one

So suck it up inside and wait for it to die

To die on everyone, for them to note you’re gone

Coz what’s the use for stories you can tell

That you can tell to

No one else, there’s

No one else, there’s

No one

No one else, there’s

No one

No one else, there’s

No one

No one else

No one else

No one else

No one else