Struggling to win this inner fight.
Everyone's concerned that I'm not alright.
I get so scared and my head's a mess.
I want to hurt myself when I'm at my best.

(This is just another fucking whining little song
about my sorry inquisitions
and all my fucking faults)
It's no one's fault but my own.

Breakdown or break out.
That's what it comes to in the end
but I just hate to choose
whether I should win or lose.

My words are running low while my pen runs low on ink.
I've bargained empty-handed and I'm on the fucking brink
of losing all my little sanity
but I don't want your pity.

It's no one's fault but my own
but I'll just blame everyone else too
if that's what it comes down to.

Breakdown or break out.
That's what it comes to in the end
but I just hate to choose
whether I should win or lose.

It's no one's fault but my own.