Poor Me – The Parallel

Poor me, I’m alive
All I am rots inside
Suicidal minds, mental binds
Read between the lines
A creeping feeling
A shattered ceiling
No place for healing
Yeah, fuck this being
Death is freeing
Looking for some meaning

Thought it twice
Pay the price
Inject the pain

This is real life on the knife-edge
Take your life or hedge your fucking bets
No one left to blame
Will I look at myself the same

Devil’s in the details
I’m just barely hanging on
Is this all life entails
Self inflicted wounds of shame
Exits plans speaking in tongues
Tempting my fate
Toxic plumes fill up my lungs
Rapid heart rate
I’m my own false prophet
And the devil’s in the details

Bloodshot eyes awaken
The core of my being shaken
Counting days away with no delay
Guess I can’t catch a fucking break

Overdosed on self-hatred
Hypnotized by all my lies
Mesmerized by my disguise
Sickness unrelenting
Will I learn my lesson
Will I learn
I’m forsaken
I’m forsaken

Devil’s in the details
I’m just barely hanging on
Is this all life entails
Self inflicted wounds of shame
Exits plans speaking in tongues
Tempting my fate
Toxic plumes fill up my lungs
Rapid heart rate
I’m my own false prophet
And the devil’s in the details

I don’t love me anymore
Poor me I’m alive
All I am rots inside
Suicidal minds, mental binds
Read between the lines
A creeping feeling
A shattered ceiling
No place for healing
Yeah, fuck this being
Death is freeing
Looking for some meaning
I’m forsaken
I’m forsaken