I consent to nothing if you're just gonna

nitpick me every single chance that you get

To bitch, you insist

Enough of all this shit

You couldn't fix me with help from anything

that you give and you're twisting

my wrist to force the pieces fit

Puzzled the unlinked but dragging through the distance

Wishing you listened enough to understand

Some of the symptoms have left me with a sickness

I'm giving to each and every single one of them but

I'm not done

I'm not giving up

Give in to me

Give it to me

If I say that I'm quitting, don't pity for me

Pity for me

If this is all that life has laid out for me

Then I deserve to feel the worsening decrease, see

If I was lost I'd climb to the tallest peak

And ask myself if it's more worth it to hide or seek

And what's been lost has found to be hurting me

More than I ever could imagine, how could it be?

If pleasure's gone then let me go back to sleep

'Cause I don't want to have to

wake up to the vacant mourning

Distraught and I can't seem to flee from this and what not

I've caught a virus in deceit

What if I'm possibly a victim?

A broken concept seen and unreported

Systems, diminishing indeed

If pleasure's gone, I'll make my own fun

But I can't seem to release inconveniences underlined

When will I feel like I felt before all of this?

When will I be better for myself?

Can I still offer the others help?

Am I still me? Am I someone else?

Am I still me? Am I somebody else?

Well, who's to say if nothing's important?

There's a burning air surrounding me

I'm all that I have in this and

If this is all that life has laid out for me

Then I deserve to feel the worsening decrease, see

If pleasure's gone, let me go back to sleep

'Cause I don't want to have to

wake up to the vacant mourning

I'll make my own fun

When I give in and when it gets out of my enclosure

Pinned, caught

Give in to what has been calling your name