Villain or victim?

I can’t write the story without both

When you meet our maker

Will you speak or will you choke?

A familiar sound in the silence

It fades out when I try less to die less

I digress

Hopeless feels like more

It’s the same walk to the bodega

The same store, the same perks, the same clerk

Who remembers that I said that “I don’t drink anymore”

The epitome of self violence

Oh, thеy’ll buy this-

Hey kids, try this

It only hurts for a second, and then it won’t еven sting

Well I hate to break it to you, I’m giving up

Hate to be the bearer of bad news

This whole thing’s fucked

I was never better than the rest

Stayed alive, and that’s my best

So I hate to break it to you

I’m giving up

The clerk asked “What’s the reason for this?”

It’s a backlash, a quick wince

“Do you know what they praised me for?

I’m the poster child for survivors.”

You really think I could take it back from him

When I can’t even tell my friends that it happened again?

Well I hate to break it to you, I’m giving up

Hate to be the bearer of bad news

This whole thing’s fucked

I was never better than the rest

Stayed alive, and that’s my best

So I hate to break it to you

I’m giving up

This whole thing’s fucked