I’ll see you in person and Pretend I like you I’m mad convincing I’m starting to believe that We’re already in hell Or some kind of alien simulation I really could be better to myself And I’m so bored all the time I feel like I’m dying Or at least I wish I was Everybody here is all the same Give them an inch and they will Take the mile away from you Users, abusers, anything but friends Still, anything’s better than hell I really could be better to myself I don’t pray anymore I don’t feel anything, anymore There was a time when I could help myself Still, anything’s better than hell I really should be better to myself Anything’s better than hell Better to myself One of these days, I swear, I’ll be happy again