I consent to nothing if you're just gonna nitpick me every single chance that you get
To bitch, you insist
Enough of all this shit
You couldn't fix me with help from anything that you give and you're twisting my wrist to force the pieces fit
Puzzled the unlinked but dragging through the distance
Wishing you listened enough to understand
Some of the symptoms have left me with a sickness
I'm giving to each and every single one of them but

I'm not done
I'm not giving up
Give in to me
Give it to me
If I say that I'm quitting, don't pity for me
Pity for me

If this is all that life has laid out for me
Then I deserve to feel the worsening decrease, see
If I was lost I'd climb to the tallest peak
And ask myself if it's more worth it to hide or seek
And what's been lost has found to be hurting me
More than I ever could imagine, how could it be?
If pleasure's gone then let me go back to sleep
'Cause I don't want to have to wake up to the vacant mourning

Distraught and I can't seem to flee from this and what not
I've caught a virus in deceit
What if I'm possibly a victim?
A broken concept seen and unreported
Systems, diminishing indeed

If pleasure's gone, I'll make my own fun
But I can't seem to release inconveniences underlined
When will I feel like I felt before all of this?
When will I be better for myself?
Can I still offer the others help?
Am I still me? Am I someone else?
Am I still me? Am I somebody else?
Well, who's to say if nothing's important?
There's a burning air surrounding me
I'm all that I have in this and
If this is all that life has laid out for me
Then I deserve to feel the worsening decrease, see
If pleasure's gone, let me go back to sleep
'Cause I don't want to have to wake up to the vacant mourning

I'll make my own fun
When I give in and when it gets out of my enclosure
Pinned, caught
Give in to what has been calling your name