*Isn’t it obvious
When my sheets are tangled up on the bedroom floor?*
I wanted to repent. I wanted to die. I wanted to start anew.
I wanted to help someone. I wanted to cling onto someone. Anyone, anyone will do.
*It’s not that I’m bothered by
My kitchen sink can’t hold much more*
What can I do? I cursed him, I cursed her, I cursed them, I cursed HIM.
I’m just a loaded gun
From the second that I was born.
*Sleepless lonesome nights
Haunted by due time*
I can’t do anything right. I make everything worse.
No. That’s saying I’m doing something, right? But I’m not even doing ANYTHING.
Muddling, muddling.
Making everything astray.
Destroying groups, left and right.
A mess, and then some.
*Hope is dying for now
Haven’t you heard?*
The saint is the sinner. The sinner is the stupid saint.
The saint of taint, the saint of stain.
*Altas folds at the thought
Of what he’s just learned*
If I’m being honest
I can’t take it over and over
Dead weight hanging off of my shoulder
…Nothing changes.
I’m getting colder.
*A chain letter trap with one weak link
Maybe we should talk before I speak*
Was I too focused on HIM? That I failed to see them?
It’s too faulty, the brain that’s my RAM
*Borrowed thoughts from a bitter end
Blame is ours and mine to
Bend it by the fault
Pompeii set us up*
This spells my doom. The end of it.
Everyone sees me as ethereal. But I don’t even feel real.
*Hope is dying for now
Haven’t you heard?*
If I’m HIS hope, then this is all hopeless
I’m sorry I’m so hapless
*Atlas folds at the thought
Of what he’s just learned*
How can I compare myself to that of a titan?
Truly delusional, fool that I am.
*Hope is dying for now
Haven’t you heard?*
Blood. I’m bleeding everywhere. The bleeding won’t stop.
This is what I’m cursed for being a WOMAN.
*Atlas wants a way out
Before it gets worse*
I don’t deserve a way out. I will never be able to fully repent.
Crush me then, weight of the sky.
*Haven’t you heard?
Haven’t you heard?*
I’m sorry for everything, oh,
Everything I’ve done