Saunter across these eggshells
and tiptoe through the glass
Take a few steps forward, I'm dying to express
Its a guided tour, through my hells
A chance to feel how I feel and how Ive always felt.

and I cant take it anymore

To touch you is such a chore
Your breath fucking wreaks
Why are you so fucking weak?
Why am I so fucking weak?

This wont last a week
Why do you speak to me?
This wont last a week
What can you see in me?

I'm ashamed of the things Ive been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am

I don't even like me