Fakie 900

Im always torn
With this and that
I second guess
And I get distracted
Its what I do
That's my M.O

Trapped outside my own body
My own mind
Fuck, Who the hell am I
Who the hell am I
Who the hell am I, Go

Im so used to
Unending dread
That I'm okay with
Unending dread

Existential dread
There's something wrong with my head
Feeling removed from
All my senses
No pleasure, No pain
No rest for the wicked, No