Nothing's ever been beautiful

I've thought that for quite some time

Everything ends, and everyone dies

Death is a constant that I think about all the time

Where do I place these thoughts?

Who can understand?

How alone I feel

How alone I am

Still a victim of my own mind

Still can't do anything right

I'm composed of demon limbs

And I'm still anxious all the time

Bad days and disappointment will always be relevant

Ask yourself, will anything ever be worth it?

Will anything ever be worth it?