Fuck...
"Doubt me in hell." said the masochist
From his cold heart crumbling like an avalanche
Reaching out for assistance
But the distance 'tween him and any help's a hell of a mission
That's a result of them burnt bridges
Now he's sitting there alone hoping they miss him
But they ain't know that he knows
Cause he phoned them a long time ago, and they ain't call back
Now he a lone wolf again
With no home and no friends, barely making ends meet
Tried to put his pride to the side
But it's too late cause they don't even want to fuckin' vibe with him
See I'm a prisoner imprisoned in a cell that I build for myself
And I'm a dead man lying in a grave that I dug
So I lay quietly for now
And as I muster up the courage
To endure another day spent hurtfully alone
I'm learning how I went from having everything I ever wanted
To a lifetime of sorrow
See it's an ongoing cycle of self-destruction 'till I self-implode
I'm so selfish and helpless trapped in myself with no self control
Said, "as I muster up the courage to endure another day spent hurtfully alone."
I do my best to break out of this coffin I built that entraps my soul
Still hurt from [?]
I do my best to break out of this coffin
