haruhara haruko

Expectations are set too high
(God, my arm)
I can't erase it
(Seems just like we've run out of time)
Yeah, the damage wears off
Can't i pull ur skull to mine?
All of you expect more from me,
And that's nothing close
To what i wanna be now
Might as well just lay down and die
Veins, still sterile
(Painted white, white)
The conscience is no longer there
Just dissolve my brain