Everything sinks
Into the eye of the storm
Unbent unbroken unshattered and untorn
Unmoved by my surroundings
But in slow decay
Still free to fade away
For everything put on my shoulders
I refuse to hold this weight
To hold this weight
I've been here before
Now I'm rotten to the core
Rotten to the core
But the day I pull the trigger
I'll only think about myself
Drawing knifes to paint the picture
They were meant for someone else
The day I give it all
Is when I fall apart
Drawing knifes to paint the picture
When they were meant for someone else
I just wish someone knew who I was
Someone to lean on
Someone knew who I was
Until I carry this cross
To hang on
And I don't know
What is expected of me
Or how the fuck to behave
I've been here before
Yet now I'm rotten to the core
After all that I have seen
There's still some pieces left of me
And I let the weight
The weight of this world on my shoulders
Keep pushing me deeper
Into my early grave
But the day I pull the trigger
I'll only think about myself
Drawing knifes to paint the picture
They were meant for someone else
The day I give it all
Is when I fall apart
Drawing knifes to paint the picture
When they were meant for someone else
They were meant for someone else
Only think about myself
I'll only think about myself
