[plane pic-me] I'm not d3ad, nor alive Nowhere to go, need somewhere to hide Hoping for nothing, just fatal possibility Can't understand the soul that was once alive in me You say you'll fix me, and take me someplace better But i'll always stay corrupt, unable to comprehend whether if I will never lose the grip of what I'm originally made of Then finally see skies that I soon will manage to uncover Tried to save myself, In all goodness did it right So I wonder why it brought me out the wrong side Played with the truth, took over my mind Nobody's left for me to find
Why does it lowkey sound like the aftermath
