Oh how I would love to go back again I wouldn’t change the faces or the names Of everyone that fucked me Made me feel pain Ashamed I am to blame for making others feel the same way Why does the sun hurt? Why does this life hurt? Why does my heart slowly dissolve? Why do I feel anything at all? Too much time or not enough Ive seen too much, ive had enough All this nostalgia makes me sick, now I throw up This isn’t heaven this is life You don’t need to be perfect you only have to try You’ll never catch me trying to commit suicide because I have a problem with commitment