Bad at life

Alone once again

I seem to be moving slower

More than usual

Finally quit everything once again

Letting it sink in

The bruises they left won't ever heal

Picking up the pieces of my mind

When having scissors for hands

Lack focus again

I start to question everything

Headaches and loss of balance

But I'll take a digital bath

And restart

Because im bad at life(x3)

Im not happy here or there

I cant make my decisions

Is this my final say or is it his

Words are so hard to say

When you're choking on them

Sorry im on autopilot again

Lack of focus again

I start to question everything

But I'll take a digital bath

And restart

Because I'm bad at life(x3)