Blood, Sweat, Tears

Blood sweat tears
I've been hiding all of these, accordingly
Cause I don't want to share a weakness
Would you want a piece of me
If you could see what's really happening on the inside?
Nothing that I want to be comes easily
I must admit I'm over trying
Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
Used to happen all the time
Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
Hasn't happened in a while
So blasé,
How come things come naturally to you not me
I'm sick of playing second fiddle
Nothing that you say or do
Could take me to a place where I could share with strangers
I can feel my body rot
From top to toe
And to top it off it hurts a lot
Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
Used to happen all the time
Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
Hasn't happened in a while
Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
Used to happen all the time
Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
Hasn't happened in a while
You're always on the run