Late Bloomer

My late bloomer

I don't know what to do anymore

It's getting worse

You've build up this wall 

Jackson's suicidal

And Jordan's a needle away from a hearse

I'm trying heard not to cut again 

But i'm weak

And I don't care if people know anymore

I don't give a damn what people think

They can all eat glitter

He said no

that's something I will never understand

because if me or Jackson were there

We'd give up our right hand

Things are different

When your sad I don't know what to say

These words sting

but you'll never see them anyway

But you and Jackson were the reason I was alive

now I can't say the same