I've detested myself for twenty-one years
And it only gets worse
Every word that comes out
Is the wrong one
A strong one
That kills in the long run
Dear Barrel-In-Mouth
Can you fire a solution this way?
Because I don't know how much longer
I can keep pretending that the good outweighs
Tell me how it feels to like yourself
There are no shortcuts to love, but I found one to death
I refuse to smile, I've got too much to lose
Another trust to defile. A blue man can never bruise
Treating myself to a bullet
Dare we underestimate the circumference of a lie?
Its lethal diameter. Your secret's save with everybody
Sweet Barrel-In-Mouth, can you fire a solution this way?
When will the good outweigh?
