Huma(n)

What if my problem with violence is that I'm scared that I'll like it try it resent that I'm tryina be better despite it Still tryina to fight it or hide it, I'm dyin from lyin to the people who can't see that nothin will matter If murder feels normal, then normal is horrid Horrible to the core I still hate that I can't care about you but something is wrong with with this system that loves to be hated Hands that belong to your own Killing is all that you know Say what you want about me, Somebody help I can't breathe Why'd you wanna hate them If skin makes a difference Then why don't you listen Instead of just breaking The people who can't even voice their opinion I'm tired of this sickness Hands that belong to your own Killing is all that you know Say what you want about me, Somebody help I can't breathe Hands that belong to your own Killing is all that you know Say what you want about me, Somebody help I can't breathe Hands that belong to your own Killing is all that you know Say what you want about me, Somebody help I can't breathe