Sick In Six (feat. Connor Welsh)

Every thought I'm second guessing
Wondering if I've learnt my lesson
Getting heaps of sleep, never feeling any better
Feels like my whole existence is an error
Never sure of where I am, it feels like purgatory
Never even been the hero in my fucking story
Just a poster child for self loathing
Barely alive, not quite sure how I'm coping

Dissociated with the reality of my situation
Numb myself with the drugs just to heal the separation
Lately, I feel myself declining gravely
Watching as I collapse under my frailty
Maybe, you thought you could save me
Watching while I'm pushing up daisies

I have no fears cause they're already a reality
I swear this resiliency will be the death of me
So send me your love, I still won't fucking feel it
Got this hole in my chest, I don't know how to heal it
I'm not worth the trouble, I'm not worth the grief
Struggling to breathe as you lie through your teeth
It's become more apparent the older I've grown
Even the doctor knows that I'll die alone

Upon close examination, your prognosis is bleak
In your condition you should be dead within weeks
Depressive disorder compounded by anhedonia
Aggressively manifested by a glioblastoma
Rendering the patient hopeless and suicidal
Surgery bears no chance of survival
The only thing left to offer is comfort
As you wait for the end, your days are numbered

Now that I'm locked away, it's just you and me
A dark reflection that only I can see
A familiar feeling round my neck as the rope contricts
Curled up in the corner, I'm fucking sick in six