If I could leave, I would've already left

 I thought I had something

And that's the same as having something

I get mad at nothing, blame my mum for something

I pull no punches, then feel bad for months 

Thought I was raised better, tried to fake better

Tried to blame weather and escape better

Hope the skin heals where the pain enters

Oh, but I finally got sewed up

I set a time, then I showed up

And now the weight of the world

It ain't so bad

I saw the end, it looks just like the middle

I got a paper and a pen

and a page with no space

I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication 

And forgot how to cry

Who am I to complain?

And now the pain's different 

It still exists, it just escapes different

And evades vision, makes the rain different

Makes the news boring and my rage distant

Yes, I'm young and living dreams

In love with being notice 

and afraid of being seen

But I can finally eat

And I can fall asleep

It's fine, fine, fine 

I saw the end, it looks just like the middle

I got a paper and a pen but I can't feel the pain