Find myself, but I’m looking in the wrong place by-the-bye.
Have I ever even been the same? (Yeah).
Fuck everything I create (yeah).
But you’re not helping in the sense that I wanna fucking go insane today, or tomorrow; it doesn’t matter.
I’m just pissed off.
I can’t be alone with my thoughts, ‘cause I just tear myself apart, tear myself apart.
Sometimes I wish I had a soft spot for myself instead of undergoing brain-rot.
But the fact is, the fascist in me is fighting for control over all the anarchy in my soul.
To think that I could keep the peace, between the other side of me, and the side that never wants to be.
Never wants to see, the possibility of a day when there’s just one of me.
Have you ever done shit that makes your blood boil?
In retrospect I was just a boy, but it makes me wanna puke my guts up and punch the wall.
I’m just a little bit fucked.
Going in circles trying to find myself, or fight myself.
Find myself, I can’t be a soul that’s cleaved in two.
Break apart the parts of myself that I know have got to go.
I can’t breathe anymore, I can’t breathe anymore.
There’s not room enough for the two of us in here, it’s far too hot.
I can’t breathe anymore, I can’t breathe anymore.
Sometimes I wish I had a soft spot for myself instead of undergoing brain-rot.
But the fact is, the fascist in me is fighting for control over all the anarchy in my soul.
Spread my brain on the canvas and wait, for the words to make sense and relate.
Bent over the mirror, all I see clearer are the lines in my face.
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