Dissolving

self loathing bouncin round like you’re a pinball

wish i could find someone to see me under microscope

sure i could look inside myself but

i genuinely don't know what my heart is for

it's getting hard to tell what the **** is anything anymore

i won't need to know when i get

out of it / my vessel / of bull****

i won't need to know when i'm getting

cremated / sweet fire of / my death bed

i can't help but see some good inside her soul

kinda makes me feel irresponsible

guess it's a self-fulfilling prophecy but

i know i'm tired too of this self-pity ****

it's feeling like a trap i can't escape

i don't wanna die i just feel like

i'm falling / ignoring / the problem

i don't wanna die i just feel like

i'm drowning / dissolving / to nothing

to nothing

at least for now