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[Verse 1] There's some things I can relate to, some things that I can't Trying to write about something else but death and pills but I can't Been back on those for about two years, wanna put them down but I can't Pen hits paper, same shit pours from the heart And it's like I'm Writing in circles, living in cycles, circling back to the start Back to square one, now I'm in that place I can't imagine living and I can't see nothing but dark For me, it's real though, for you, it's art Play me a tiny violin and watch me fall apart [Chorus] There's nothing that I haven't already said Always making it about myself Another sad song about me and my head Poor me, give me sympathy Again and again and again, and I cannot stand it (Stand it) This feeling like I really wanna end it (End it) Just another day in my life Trapped in this self-made web of lies [Verse 2] My childhood was a shitshow, so what? But it is what it is And I've done bare bitches dirty That's something I need to admit I can say that I'm only human But that was me Nobody else put coke in my nose and acted shit, that was me Wish I never fucked that bird (But I did it) Wish I never said that word (But I did it) Wish I never put my faith in the world to forget and to be forgiving 'cause it isn't My mistakes, my prison My karma, my decisions My cue in life to shut my mouth, sit down and listen [Bridge] If I could turn back time then I would Unbreak them hearts I broke then I would I'd take away the pain that I've caused, if I could, if I could [Verse 3] Look, look, what Think I say these messed up things just to say it? Talking 'bout nooses 'cause it's hype for the playlist? This is how I really fucking feel on the daily Death, come and take me Death, come and take me [Chorus] There's nothing that I haven't already said Always making it about myself Another sad song about me and my head Poor me, give me sympathy Again and again and again, and I cannot stand it (Stand it) This feeling like I really wanna end it (End it) Just another day in my life Trapped in this self-made web of lies [Verse 4] I'm at the checkout with helium cans Two meters of tube and a polythene bag Bottle of spray paint, a pen and a pad Hand full of cash meant for my dad That's how it feels to be at the edge Hoping for life, praying for death Wish I could start again [Outro] Wish I could start again