Damn You
by Swamp Thing· from The Youth Is Sick
Word for word we can tear into ourselves.
Scared to speak.
All my words fall short like a brick to your chest.
Lost again.
Mind can't stop turning.
I'm too scared to react.
Thought this was the last time.
Why am I still lying in all these traps?
How do I still know where my heart is at?
Why am I still lost and given up?
Why can’t I curl up and die?