on hold

fighting a war inside my head

if i dont win ill be dead

i dont wanna give up and die 

but its hard to find the willl to fight

when im lying here paralyzed

with all that pain internalized

ripped off the scab to reopen wounds

i can already hear their cries 

its like lemon juice soaking through

but theres no tears in my eyes

I'm still to numb to feel

its just emptiness inside

a hollow half a man

damaged, with a plan

for part of me to die

its lurking in the shadows

waiting by the gallos

its either you or me 

so whats it gonna be?

im barely holding on 

im at the end of my rope

broken and not mending

faking smiles and pretending

how can I be happy 

when my f*****g world is ending?