Help

I wake up in the mornings

Sinking halfway to the bottom

There's a loud, distorted screaming in my soul

Everything is dark and empty

And I don't know how to fix it

So I curl up in a ball and cry in the comfort of my home

I don't know why

I feel like shit

They say I'm fine

But I'm not fine

I'm dying inside

And all I see are demons

I try to hide

All my deepest feelings

I'm dying inside

And all I see are demons

I try to hide

All my deepest feelings

I think there's something wrong with me

'Cause all I see is death

Every time I go outside, I look like I've been doing meth

And I sleep for nineteen hours on a Thursday afternoon

Every now and then, I cough up blood

And I don't know what to do

I don't know why

I feel like shit

I will not see a therapist

Ladies and gentlemen

If you wanna fuckin' kill yourself

Put your fuckin' hands up (Yeah)

Razorblades in the air, everybody

Hey, oh, hey, oh

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, help, help, help

Help, help, help, help

I'm dying inside

And all I see are demons

I try to hide

All my deepest feelings

I'm dying inside

And all I see are demons

I try to hide

All my deepest feelings