Weak Days

I can't escape the thought of escaping Scraping my mind for the words to explain Revise and reshape, my wounds are still gaping Embracing the comfort and warmth in the pain Of course I'd turn out violent I'm a product of my environment Worn down with nothing left Cause I scream to the void but the void doesn't answer The air makes me sick and the sun gives me cancer Scream to the void but the void doesn't answer The air makes me sick and the sun gives me cancer Go on and find what you're looking for I'll be bleeding out on the bathroom floor I took some pills then I locked the door I can't fight anymore I can't fight anymore I can't fight anymore I can't fight anymore