Fracture - Rogue Half

But you’re not helping in the sense that I wanna fucking go insane today,

or tomorrow;

it doesn’t matter

I’m just pissed off

I can’t be alone with my thoughts, ‘cause I just tear myself apart,

tear myself apart

Sometimes I wish I had a soft spot for myself instead of undergoing brain-rot

But the fact is, the fascist in me is fighting for control over all the anarchy

in my soul

To think that I could keep the peace, between the other side of me,

and the side that never wants to be

Never wants to see, the possibility of a day when there’s just one of me

Have you ever done shit that makes your blood boil?

In retrospect I was just a boy, but it makes me wanna puke my guts up and punch

the wall

I’m just a little bit fucked

Going in circles trying to find myself, or fight myself

Find myself, I can’t be a soul that’s cleaved in two

Break apart the parts of myself that I know have got to go

I can’t breathe anymore, I can’t breathe anymore

There’s not room enough for the two of us in here, it’s far too hot

I can’t breathe anymore, I can’t breathe anymore

Sometimes I wish I had a soft spot for myself instead of undergoing brain-rot

But the fact is, the fascist in me is fighting for control over all the anarchy

in my soul

Spread my brain on the canvas and wait, for the words to make sense and relate

Bent over the mirror, all I see clearer are the lines in my face