I hate my voiceMy skin and my mindIt’s like thereâs always a fightBetween the things I think and I feelWhen I know that sometimesThe words that come out of my mouthThey just aren’t rightI want to start new againThe wool is over my eyesI’m in denial, I’m in denialAnd I feel fineFor the first time in such a long timeIt feels good to be aliveI think I’m ready to tryFrom good to badTo worse to deadYou can cut my throatOr break my handsRight now is all that I have leftIt’s all that I have