Stress eats me up a little more every day
Look at how ugly my skin is
I let my love starve to death
I only fed my hate and my anger
When no one’s watching, sometimes I regret it so much I could vomit
Sometimes I talk to ghosts, as if they were going to come back
And no, my friend, look me in the eyes, you won’t see any tears, it’s not for lack of wanting to