Detached

Hollow, I’m dead behind the eyes
Barely breathing, I’m hardly alive
My pain is constant, I’m addicted to the hurt

Should I get my hopes up? Should I not?
Sometimes the doubt in my mind is all that I’ve got
I always think the worst, jumping to conclusions
I can’t help, but to expect disappointment

I want to turn it all off, I wish I didn’t feel at all
Welcome in what gets under my skin and I know it’s all my fault
Fuck my flaws I know that this is all wrong
I condescend my confidence
And I can’t help that I’m a walking contradiction
Downing my prescriptions, undermining my condition

So what?

I’m sick, deluded, nothing but a burden
To my family, my friends, I’m not a good person

And I can’t say that I fit in
And I can’t say that I do anything right
And I can’t say that I’m doing fine
(And I can’t say that I’m doing fine)

Hollow, I’m dead behind the eyes
Barely breathing, I’m hardly alive
My pain is constant, I’m addicted to the hurt
Set aside my emotions, they never come first