Yeah, I keep things to myself,
I could use a distraction.
I keep thinking about a lot of things,
wishing for a reaction.
But all that ever comes
is some el dolor and tears.
And all that ever rhymes
is not what i feel.
But i can't break the flow,
I can't break the chains.
And i keep telling myself,
Never again.
But when's that ever come true?
When will i finally accept,
that some things are the truth
and some just lies for myself?
I keep doing this to me,
there's no one else to blame.
I keep adding the fuel
to this self-hating flame.
Four years ago, or probably more,
if i remember right,
more than eight years ago,
that's where it all starts.
And talking should help,
but all it's brought is pain.
So i keep to myself,
survive yet another day.
I keep hoping for mercy,
but i ain't praying to God.
I keep waiting for good thoughts,
but this is all I've got.
And i should be glad,
for all my friends that are here.
And i am glad,
i just... wish to be seen.
I wish to understand,
I should work on that
'Cause how can I get better,
if i don't know myself?
And i can't say that I'm sad
when i do feel happy.
But that doesn't change
the fact that I'm dead.
