[Verse 1]
I can tell by the way that you move
That you type, that you speak, I can tell that you've been abused
I can tell that it's been hard on you living without strength
Stumbling and wondering if this will be your break

And if this is now your break then is it on the right time?
I don't wanna write your eulogy so sweetie hope you're fine
I don't wanna be the one to speak in poems at your death party
Thinking what it's gonna be I utter when the death parts me

I can tell that smile's fake and it kills me
I hate of the staged pleasure, where's the real thing?
Nobody's here to fix you now. nobody here can heal me
If I wake up and I hear the news of nooses made of shoestrings

So hold another day, love
The urges of today are only pebbles in the pain of
A couple people more influenced to give into the rain's shove
A couple people decided it's the only way up

[Verse 2]
I can tell it isn’t easy with the sketches that we miss
Lightly made with razors for the canvas on your wrists
It’s twisted that your battered up and finally came to this
I’m sorry if I helped the crowd or triggered all of it

I can see it broad as daylight you’re confused and just so lost
Is it really worth it for you to pay a cost
Made by several others that just couldn’t ever see
Exposing insecurities are crushers of a dream

I hate the cycle, hate the feeders
I hate the people thinking it’s a joke and let it teeter
I hate the people cutting off the branches from the tree
I guess what I’m just saying is that I hate me

I hate the cycle, hate the feeders
I hate the people thinking it’s a joke and let it teeter
I hate the people cutting off the living from the roots
I guess what I’m just saying is that I hate you