Where is my body?
I feel it fading away from me
And I cant see
I feel so sorry for so many things ive done in my life
Im tired of burning bridges to ease the suicide

When will I stop pretending that im a teen
And accept that I have to do something?
It would be easier if I thought that I
Could make into my 30s
But I didnt think I would make into my 20s either
And here we are... Sometimes I wish I didnt

If I was less a coward and stopped hurting everyone around me
Just because I cant handle the pain
Couldn't make the things with my body that I wished
It's so distant, but not enough
Get away from me
Or get closer
I can't handle the pain of the limbo