CRY SAD DEAD

Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why i am trying to destroy my own mind Why these feelings are so fucking hard to find I'm sitting on my sofa with a glass of wine It's flowing in my throat likes is fucking blood I know what I am feeling it's so fucking real But my mind can't understand if it's for real Cry, sad, dead Cry, dead, sad I don't know if you get it But I think I need a medic Cry, dead, sad Cry, sad, dead I don't know if you get it But I think I need a medic I think I have a twin we are so similar She has her eye closed but I'm watching her What are these feeling? I keep asking her But she doesn't respond I think I've killed her Cry, sad, dead Cry, dead, sad I don't know if you get it But I think I need a medic Cry, dead, sad Cry, sad, dead I don't know if you get it But I think I need a medic I need a medic I need a medic I don't know if you get it But I think I've killed myself I need a medic I need a medic I don't know if you get it But I think I've killed myself Everyday I am living with this constant unknown Of what feelings are I can't go with the flow My thoughts are very fast I can't go slow In high school I've been bullied Welcome to freak show I understand now Ah ah ah ah They killed me They killed me They killed me They killed me, huh Cry, sad, dead Cry, dead, sad I don't know if you get it But I think I need a medic Cry, sad, dead Cry dead, sad I don't know if you get it But I think they've killed me