I'm not in love with who I am
Just barely holding on to anything I can
Doesn't even matter if it's real
I'm sick of feeling sick
I've got my eyes peeled
Don't look now
It's not in your head
There's something rotten blowing in the wind
It won't stop seeping through the cracks
Does it make a difference what's next to come?
Is it a better living?
Are you having fun?