I’m trapped in a endless loop

Of my own habits

My mistakes will lead me too my doom

Only a couple more years before I’m put in a tomb

They’ll be saying he was too young too

Too young

Saving other from the way he sung

But could never save himself from his habits

From his he habits he hung

He hung from his habits

Like magic

In December he’s breathing

But by the summer he’s gone

But the irony is

When he died he was not lost

But he still spent his whole life searching

Searching for answers and peace

His anxiety attached to him like a leach

Mask eroding finally showing what’s underneath

Everything bottled up

Is slowly coming up

Creeping up

Creeping up

Creeping up

Creeping up

Before it all come out in a rush

Exploding out

Burning bridges

Bleeding on people that didn’t cut you

Because you could never except the truth

And heal ur cut

And every time a wound would heal to show lessons

You’d just cut another one

Never learning

I’m afraid sleeves won’t be able to save you this time

Ur damage wasn’t worth the amount

That it totaled out too

Then you look in the mirror and realize

The person you were talking about

Was you