Is there no bright side? I'm feeling lost.
I'm plagued with habits I thought were gone.
I peel my eyes back. I haven't changed.
Misfortune's stuck, there is only me to blame.
I'm fucked. I've had enough.
I can't seem to learn. I can't seem to learn.
I'm fucked. I've had enough.
I'm facing the fact that everything I touch I seem to burn.
How the fuck did I get this way?
There's no redemption at the end of this.
Fuck it. So be it. It is what it is.