situation

alright now stop
i am tired
of you writing about yourself again

all your sorrows
they will follow
you twice around the bend

you've rigged your thoughts
to be the con
of your self-destructing end

all the sweat
from your fears
are being soaked in by your sheets

these bones are made for breaking
i know know you're afraid of making
a small change to the world you've taken
just please don't... give up

calculation
of mutilation
is greater than the sum of your teeth

you drank the bottles
hung them up
to proclaim your insecurities

you claim disorder
to be normal
do you really think you're fooling them?

cross out love
from your list
cause you've never hated anyone more than you hated yourself

these bones are made for breaking
i know you're afraid of making
a small change to the world you've taken
just please don't... give up

this situation's fabricated deep within your flesh
you're anxiously awaiting, constantly debating your death
the days are fading, and you're in the midst of this temptation
i'm sick of your self loathing, your self procrastination

you're frustration,
has you shaking
deep within the core of your chest

slip the pills
to calm nerves
this has become routine

dry the tears
from your cheeks
you've got to be strong

does it make you sick
to know this song
is a crying plea for no one but myself?

these bones are made for breaking
and you know i'm afraid of making
a small change to the world i've taken
just please don't...

my bones are made for breaking
and i know that i'm afraid of making
a small change to the world i've taken
lets hope i don't... give up