relapse, collapse, rinse and repeat.
i'm drowning in hatred, head to my feet.
my stomach turns tight, hands shivering light.
heart pounding, neck aching - oh, nothing goes right.

swallow, frown, never forget.
i'm going to die, this week, i bet.
if i'm not my end, then my heart it will be.
and after it goes black, i'll fine'lly be fine.

trash cans, white hands, knuckles bleed red.
i'm burning inside, and i wish i were dead.
objectively hopeless, authentically lost.
if i don't die soon, what will be the cost?

pauses, glances, hiding the hate.
oh, hi guys, i'm awesome! yeah, i'm doing great.
god, how unoriginal, how cliche and rehashed.
where's the creativity that so long has clashed?

okay, i'm done. i give up. i'm gone.
my renaissance isn't happening - a new day won't dawn.
tomorrow's just as bleak, each day is the same.
someday i'll relive this, say 'what have i became.'