R2D
Everyday is like an open wound I wake wishing I hadn't, hoping my body was consumed I'm sick of living life in my head if I feel trapped every time I lay alone in bed
Return to dirt
Bury my head
Return to dirt
Slash the wrist
I'm at war with my conciseness my mind is becoming a void just a shell a vacant lot turned black displaying every weakness and pressure crack
Everyday feels like constant abuse a viscous cycle I can't escape
I'm on the edge willing to throw it all in
Return to dirt by putting that nail in my coffin