Can you see what’s underneath?

Under the scars, go ahead and peel it all away

I know there’s not much left to find

You could’ve asked; I know I’m not worth your time

They can feel the numbness inside my veins

As they scavenge what is left of me

Overshadowed by a familiar figure

Me, myself, and I, the isolator

Spending my nights

Treading in my mind

The water is deep

There’s no bottom in sight

The passing days have got me fucking anxious

There’s a never ending tension in my chеst

No, I’m not okay, but I’ll tell you I am anyway

Pulling out the blade and watching it shinе

A surge of clarity with chills down my spine

Under the layer of this shameless pain

Is a man with a guilt as big as his wish to leave

I can not believe this shell of a man that I have become

It’s so hard to think that this broken mask is still holding strong

Scarred by life and traumatized when I was way too fucking young

Don’t pity me, I’m content though stuck, I know that I’m fucked

The passing days have got me fucking anxious

There’s a never ending tension in my chest

No, I’m not okay, but I’ll tell you I am anyway

The passing days have got me fucking anxious

There’s a never ending tension in my chest

No, I’m not okay, but I’ll tell you that I’m doing great

Come tread with me, above the deepest depths of my mind

I’ve been diving here so long that there is nothing left to find

No more to find