So It Seems

Sometimes I'm too nice Other times I'm so mean You can find me stuck in between Either side of these two extremes Lose myself to this Lose myself to that Lost my best friend And I lost my dad Lost the only girl I ever truly loved But I don't want her back Just want the old me So it seems I can't get my mind on track So caught up in what I lack And I'm so sick of it Heading straight into a dead end With a wrist slit, arm hanging off my bed end Blood dripping down to hell, where I belong Death calling me, maybe we could get along Heading straight into a dead end With a wrist slit, arm hanging off my bed end Blood dripping down to hell, where I belong Death calling me, maybe we could get along