Till My Last Breath

I'm struggling to feel anything I'm muffling the voices in my head that sing In twisted cursive, fantasy's of death I'm gonna have to fight for sensation till my last breath And I don't know whether I'm patient enough to wait for what happens next The sun sets and I don't know if I have the strength to see this through I don't even know if I can go much further than this Hard to tell if it even has anything to do with you And I'm feeling split between these options of what to do Cause I've slit my wrists But the blood that leaked didn't tell me anything that I could see was true I don't think anyone else like me exists And I can't tell if that's a blessing or if I should feel blue I'm struggling to feel anything I'm muffling the voices in my head that sing In twisted cursive, fantasy's of death I'm gonna have to fight for sensation till my last breath And I don't know if I'm patient enough to wait for what happens next And the demons set upon my neck cause I spent too many hours crying over you I can't stop my scheming because If I do they'll catch up to me once again And drag me right back down to the depths of the deep blue I'm scrambling desperately to find the screws that fell loose It feels genetic that I should only ever be able to be allowed to lose So when the kinetic energy shoots up through my veins, I can't help but feel confused Something potentially good turns to static and I don't really know what to do It's harder to accept my potential than it is to drink a bottle of booze I pick away at the scabs in my brain till I watch the liquid ooze And tell me, do I really have anything at all to lose? When most people get hurt it leaves a bruise, but for me its permanent scar tissue Don't ask me what's the issue, I don't have anytime to explain it to you I'm struggling to feel anything I'm muffling the voices in my head that sing In twisted cursive, fantasy's of death I'm gonna have to fight for sensation till my last breath Till my last breath