If I ever gave up before this pain began, 

Would I wonder what I missed? 

Would I be falling apart, 

Or would it all be worse? 

Would I be mad man?

Would I still have so many scars on my wrist?

Would I still have my heart?

Or would it all be a curse. 

I'm sorry, I'm sad. 

There's been so much lost. 

If pain is all it takes then maybe I'm mad. 

And I know im drowning, but maybe it's another holocaust. 

Kill the delusional, and those with nothing left. 

Sell the useful, and make it look like theft. 

Give up on all of what's left in life. 

And always have a knife. 

Now... we know that's crazy. 

I don't think drugs could even make my mind that hazy. 

Let's be real, 

Cause we might not even get another deal. 

It's a deal with the devil, hell became home. 

The world has gone insane, 

And it's all a fucked syndrome. 

Well I'm certain I still have my brain. 

But who knows what they think.

It's just too much, to stay in sync. 

Maybe I really want a drink, 

But I doubt this would be over in a blink. 

Call me depressed, or stressed, or out of my mind. 

And I'm sure your problems wouldn't be hard to find. 

Fate has tied us all, and now the world is intertwined. 

I guess maybe people are inclined,

In whatever way stars align. 

But I think that we really messed up this time. 

In homes people are confined, quarantined,

And some wouldn't know when they got left behind.