And once cut, you will be free from dirt, but you will not be clean And you will be free from soil, but you will remain soiled Soiled in a way that water cannot wash And cut in a way that cannot heal This is who you are now, forever I'm my own disappointment Somewhere between where and I am and where I need to be Nothing will ever be good enough Turn all that I love to ashes and dust Don’t want to be remembered Let me live and die in isolation as nature intended My body in bloom What the fuck do I do When I've achieved nothing and feel like I'm outliving my use Ticking clock on my life and youth Prisoner to all my expectations and all that I’ve gone through It is what it is, I'm not special Just fucking different And all my emotions are too inconsistent This is who I am This is what I've grown into Underneath, my skin is running out of room My body in bloom