Lately I’ve been thinking about getting myself a new tattoo,
before my mental state gets any worse.
Believe me, I know that I’m older,
should be able to take care of myself.
Lover, hater, sinner — I was just so confused.
I ran away from my head.
Everywhere I go, I see the pain.
In reflection, imagination,
try to scream but the sound just fades away.