i promised myself not hurt myself mom
you loved me '
as much as you hate my past
am someone else , the demons in my head doesn't want to go away
my mental illness is like a label on a watermelon in a sunny day
we took different ways ' like a shifted rays in my cup
i don't know how to write , what i don't feel
this must be something real
i don't really want to feel
the soda was good but there is no point
in keeping its bottle
so are you , yes you are
i know i couldn't go this much far
i just entered the closest bar
sober i stayed ' guilt is my guilt
kept me keeping the closed belt
i am OKay
