The Hurt Collection

I find myself coming back to old habits

Self-destruction pulls me in

It breathes new life for a few seconds

Then quickly makes you feel like you're drowning

But that brief moment is what's addicting

That causes you to relapse

Time stops for a minute

And you feel freed from things in your past

And you're not thinking of the aftermath

You're looking to escape

Anything to get away

I know it well and I wish didn't, I wish didn't

Over time I became co dependent

To the feeling of feeling nothing

To a substance that one day might kill me

And maybe one day I might carе

Being broken is the sеcond nature

And I'm no stranger to feeling empty

And lonely in my twenties

Although my wounds have healed

That pain still sticks, and anything can trigger it

I'm still a fucking mess

Why do we rush into this?

Why do we say it'll get better if it doesn't?

'Cause it hasn't

Hanging at my funeral

Didn't think it was my time to go

Guess I'll die alone

Thinking about the hurt

Burn it, burn it, burn it, I don't even want it anymore

Tired of this curse

The ones you love will always leave

Dying in the flame

The ones you love will always leave

Buried me while I sleep