I often think to myself, "don't let your guard down."

But my fucking useless arms are always tired

I'm worse than I've ever been

I used to find comfort in how everyone's got problems

And it's selfish of me

But I'd rather just be fine.

I take precautions like they're bad advice

When I'm lacking ideas

I plan for self-destruction every time

But never pick up the pieces.

I'm in constant need of self-validation

And I'm closed to new ideas, yet so impatient.

'cause I can't have everything

And is it too much to be asking for something just once

Can you really blame me

That I want to just feel fine.

I don't have anything worth dying for

But at least I'll live longer.

Often, I'm not alone, but can't break my stare to back home

Narrow eyes will never know where to go

(Everyday the sun will shine, but gets blocked on every side)