Dissolving

self loathing bouncin round like you’re a pinball
wish i could find someone to see me under microscope
sure i could look inside myself but
i genuinely don't know what my heart is for
it's getting hard to tell what the **** is anything anymore

i won't need to know when i get
out of it / my vessel / of bull****
i won't need to know when i'm getting
cremated / sweet fire of / my death bed

i can't help but see some good inside her soul
kinda makes me feel irresponsible
guess it's a self-fulfilling prophecy but
i know i'm tired too of this self-pity ****
it's feeling like a trap i can't escape

i don't wanna die i just feel like
i'm falling / ignoring / the problem
i don't wanna die i just feel like
i'm drowning / dissolving / to nothing

to nothing
at least for now