by Isaac
it's too late for you
to make it right inside all these
i used to be willing to die for you,
but I no longer cry for you
I act like i'm fine
underneath this skin i scream
I'll break all these damn mirrors
can't stand myself
i hate myself
I'm going through some changes
I don't know what they are,
but I keep flowing through em
I walk around, people always staring
Just take a sleeping pill or I can't sleep
slit my wrist to make myself have some justice
doesn't make sense except in the moment
I'll never get a chance again
so i'll just say the truth
i fuckin hate you.
it's just too late
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