Won’t pretend it’s fine

So full of loss inside

An exhausted mind with nothing left to find

What’s the point in ending what is someone else’s joy?

Back the fuck off - and soon you will get yours

Who’s to really say?

It’s all a fucking game

No choice to make, what’s gone is gone

We are not the same

I won’t pretend that it’s fine

I’m so full of loss inside

An exhausted mind with nothing left to hide

What’s the point in ending someone else’s joy?

All secrets aside

Can’t have no fucking pride

What’s left to give? Someone please help me stop this mind

The loss of all that I hold dear to me

Signifying the end of meaning

Life: a hollow shell of false triggers in my brain shooting off one by one

While everything I love turns to dust

So who’s to really fuckin’ say?

It’s just all a fucking game

No choice to make, what’s gone is gone

I won’t pretend that I’m fine