Where is my body?
I feel it fading away from me
And i cant see
I feel so sorry for so many things ive done in my life
Im tired of burning bridges to ease the suicide

When will i stop pretending that im a teen
And accept that i have to do something?
It would be easier if i thought that i
Could make into my 30s
But i didnt think i would make into my 20s either
And here we are.. Sometimes i wish i didnt

If i was less a coward and stopped hurting everyone around me
Just because i cant handle the pain
Couldn't make the things with my body that i wished
It's so distant, but not enough
Get away from me
Or get closer
I can't handle the pain of the limbo