And once cut, you will be free from dirt, but you will not be clean
And you will be free from soil, but you will remain soiled
Soiled in a way that water cannot wash
And cut in a way that cannot heal
This is who you are now, forever

I'm my own disappointment

Somewhere between where and I am and where I need to be
Nothing will ever be good enough
Turn all that I love to ashes and dust
Don’t want to be remembered
Let me live and die in isolation as nature intended
My body in bloom

What the fuck do I do
When I've achieved nothing and feel like I'm outliving my use
Ticking clock on my life and youth
Prisoner to all my expectations and all that I’ve gone through

It is what it is, I'm not special
Just fucking different
And all my emotions are too inconsistent

This is who I am
This is what I've grown into
Underneath, my skin is running out of room
My body in bloom