Devil’s // Door VCTMS (Ft. Aiden Versteegh)

I'm better off hanging from that ceiling
When I found everything a little less appealing
Now I'm dulled out, and the worst has yet to come
My bitterness and self loathing has finally won
I'm better off hanging from that ceiling
When I found everything a little less appealing
Now I'm dulled out and the worst has yet to come
My bitterness and self loathing has finally won
(My bitterness and self loathing has finally won)
Still a burden, a tragedy at your service
That won't ever serve a purpose

We are all victims of our own minds

My youth may it rest in peace
It's not the same, nor will it ever be
At the centerfold, hoping that these thoughts cease
I'm sick of all the things I know I'll never achieve
Feeling pretty low, warranted to decompose
Bent backwards, why can't I let this go?
Desperation tears up my insides
If you love me, I can love myself right?

Desperation tears up my insides
If you love me, I can love myself, right?
A people pleaser, an addiction to run its course
I'm still flooded with that guilt and remorse
Desperation tears up my insides
If you love me, I can love myself, right?