XANAFALGUE

(I hate that stupid mouse)

You're on your own
If this all goes south
Just remember
I was never here

This is a shape, a prayer, to break what's set in time
It's late, but never too late to bend the lines
The things I've written, pressing me down in dirt
The weight of pity isn't enough to crush the hurt

There is something beyond the grey of injury
The pride of owning it all, having control of me
I could be a constellation of repression breaking
Full potential finally awaking but–
(It's over, bitch)

Please
Leave me be
Please
Leave me be

With my failing vision
I can see the distance
Between the fantasy and my decisions, oh

Falling right back into it
Repetitive and useless
Will this define my person?
Avoidable self-hatred worsens

Weak child
Delusional
Weak child
Boring shit
"You don't know me!"
We know

The sunlight through the trees
The gentle summer breeze
I hate this world
And everything it means to me
The sunlight through the trees
The gentle summer breeze
I hate this world
And everything it means to me

(May I please kill this little bitch?)

Stupid child, so stuck inside your head
You won't admit it, keep trying to pretend
Pathetic fading broken remnants
Can you convince yourself
They'll ever fit together again?

(It's time that I returned you to your other world, DIE!)

I've tried
I've tried
I've tried

Late at night, in the CRT glow
Escape everything I know
Someday, I'll be someone else
And I'll know myself
Somewhere out there
There's someone just like me

The sound of birds
So familiar and bleak
The sun rises

No, no, what?
(Why?)
This death is slow
(I know)
Slow
(Bitch, I know)

You can be anything
Just remember

If this all goes south
It's your fucking fault
If this all goes south
It's all your fault