The Mask by Kingmaker
This is not a fucking cry for help.
I�m just trying to explain myself.
My heart is racing at a dangerous speed.
I tried to save you one million times,
It was just a waste of my fucking life.
I didn�t think to save my fucking self.
I didn�t think that I could feel inside,
A sweeping loss of my fucking pride
I didn�t know this was inside of me.
How could I have known that I could feel this way
Not a single ounce of pride is left inside of me.
I don�t know what fucking bothers me more
The anger I feel, or the way that I adore it.
If you don�t need me,
Then I don�t need myself.
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