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