to move on is to let go

cut my wrists i got blood on my ksubis
i think i loved you way before you knew me
you're like a razor how you cut right through me
i fuckin hate it you break and you bruise me
and honestly idk how i got so sick
i don't wanna die
took a line im feeling broken
kill me with your silence while im dying out in SoHo
honestly
i'm tired of staring at ur photos

im sorry
its not your fault love
i don't feel hardly anything anymore
lately now i just feel torn
my apologies
i fell in love too fast so honestly
you could leave if you want don't hold on to me
i'm too much im damaged im hardly me

martyr me so i forget my past
happy eyes with a knife in my back
when it snows i only see you
i cannot take all the pressure that i've been put through
to move on is to let go
its hard to do when you tear up my mental
and im fkn sorry
its all my fault and i drew the line blurry