oh lord god damn

Why is she so fine and I’m way over here
I feel I reside in my own private hell.
If this ain’t hell
Why do I hear laughter at ironic tragedies
contorting my hearts free-will for constant mire
Why do the whirlwind of melancholy and despair
Why do I wake up in a pool of blood and
Why do I see Hades in the mirror.
I could be exactly who you want me to be
But I’m way over here
and you’re so fine.