To the friends who have captured my heart and continue to hold the key
Please don't misunderstand me
Everything is muddled--
I don't, I just, I can't
This life
Guys, this life
It fills me with the kind of dread that isn't shaken by sleep
It's like staring down the throats of monsters and knowing they'll take their time killing you
It's like standing alone on a battlefield and knowing your impending doom awaits
It's like drowning in the very oxygen that brings you life
And I can't help but wonder why I'm continuing with my dreaded existence
Why I continue to get up
Why I won't stay down like my miserable existence commands
I'm tired of this, guys
I don't understand why
But I'm so fucking tired
