production is eumidion, vocals (and chain, minus the first six words) are my own
do i have a chance to make you believe me?
or, is this stupid game just rigged for me to lose?
every time, fit in a smaller box.
but you don’t even know.are you even aware
that it hurts to see myself?
let alone, be in eyesight?you took it,
and destroyed
the only place of my own,
then belittled me behind my back.oh, but who’s to say you get a say in this?
is there anything i say to make you-