Masculinity Is a Prison

25 feels a lot like 24
Still the pain but there is something more
It never, It never settles right
When you live between nightmares, do you still call it life?

Though I wish you asked twice
Though I wish you asked twice
Though I wish you asked twice
Hating you makes everything a little bit alright
I'm dead inside. I'm healing, right?
Hating you makes everything a little bit alright

Growing up always feels like wasting time
Thought you’d stay more than a while
(I'm better off for this, your absence will never be remiss

There is nothing left
I'm stuck in my own head
I'm always grasping threads
But now there’s nothing left