faker's lung

Oops, i fell into a pit of self-harm and despair And i don't think anybody saw me so to stuck is quite a blessing in disguise Because i'm not dragging anybody down with me You won't kill me with your hands, but you can hurt me with your words I'm breaking down on the floor again Blood pooling to the entrance of the door I've been in and out of hospital beds all year Take a picture of my face so you can feel sick Any time you want to I'll be waiting on my knees for the bullet you'll bring me (I'm kinda lost and i hope you're doing well tonight) (Maybe in time, we will find that we all end up in the same place. maybe in time you will realize that anybody could take my place in everybody's lives.)