i know, i know i look so alive
But God should help me
I'm so dead inside.
Carry me home with the ocean crashing my window
Trying to be perfect.
I'll never suffice.
I'm only a little bit alive.
The mistakes I make are never justified.
I believe; I'll fall.
I wake.
Bleed to escape.
God Help Me.
Fate hides away.
I know.
I was born this way.