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