I always watch the fall before it happens
So why does it still hurt so horribly?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Are these the questions I should really be asking myself?
Fuck what's next
I sit in the cold until the pain is numb to me
Dumb to me
I never realize how this got to be
Love sending me on this messed up journey
Pain reminding me I'm alive
Do I even want to be?
What's to become of me?