“I used to think you were different
\nI used to think you were like me
\nJust attracted to the darkness
\nYou are the darkness
\nI love you but you have to pay for what you've done”
\n
\nEvery memory fades like tears in the rain
\nEach laugh an abstraction, a painting of pain
\nI’m a moth to the flame, but the fire feels cold
\nAnhedonia is a thief, and my spirit is been sold
\nStill, I bleed through the ink, let my demons take form
\nHope the darkness I write can weather this storm
\nIt’s a labyrinth of longing whеre the walls close in
\nWhеre pleasure is just a concept, paper-thin within
\nThe sun doesn’t rise here, the clocks don’t tick
\nI’m stuck in a timeline where the moments don’t stick
\nEvery smile is a mask, every touch feels cold
\nLike frostbitten fingers on a heart that won’t hold
\nI’m a requiem sung to a hollow tune
\nA poet of the shadows, baptized by the moon
\nIf this is living, then I’ve died every day
\nAnhedonia is my chapel, where I kneel and I pray
\n
\n“Constance said you needed help. You knew you were dead”
\n
\nYeah, floating on high from a birds eye view
\nLet me down slow, no return flight due
\nLearned how to burn from the girl I knew
\nI’m carrying her disease and with mine too
\nThe darkness that lives deep inside you
\nI’ll put up a fight with death with one rule
\n
\nFloating on high from a birds eye view
\nLet me down slow, no return flight due
\nLearned how to burn from the girl I knew
\nI’m carrying her disease and with mine too
\nThe darkness that lives deep inside you
\nI’ll put up a fight with death with one rule
\nShe's never coming near my love again and bloom
\nShe's never coming near my love again and bloom
\n
\n“And what I don't understand is... is how come everybody else isn't screaming too, and I...
\nI try to find ways to make myself feel something more
\nAnd more and more, but it... doesn't make any difference
\nI wake up and I think again, I have to do this again?
\nNo matter what I do, I don't feel anything”
\n
\nThis maze, I’m lost in its grip where the seasons don’t change
\nBut the mirror’s an abyss staring back with disdain
\nEvery shard of myself lost deep in the grain
\nI’m a phantom that’s framed in a snapshot of sorrow
\nThe past won’t release me, no faith in tomorrow
\nSchizoid masquerade, wear the mask of the hollow
\nWhile avoidant fears bloom, which I can’t swallow
\nA silhouette, stitched in the threads of regret
\nWhere the thrill of the hunt is a pursuit I forget
\n
\nPleasure is a stranger, never lingers or stays
\nJoy is a faded echo trapped in permanent haze
\nEvery word is a confession, every line is a scar
\nI map the constellations of the wounds I mar
\nThe world is painted in colors, but I see it in ash
\nEvery hand I avoid is another bond I crash
\nI’m drowning in the silence, no highs, no lows
\nAnhedonia is my prison, and the chains don’t show
\nI’m a prisoner of numbness, a captive of care
\nEvery gaze feels invasive, every hug is a snare
\nNo highs to the lows, just the space in between
\nWhere emotions dissolve into nameless scenes
\nI write in the dark, hoping words might redeem
\nBut the ink is just as hollow as the space in my dreams
\nStill I long for the warmth that I push away
\nCaught in cycles of silence, night turns to day
\n
\nEvery laugh is just a distant tone
\n“You're sorry”
\nI'm ghost and alive
\n
\nFloating on high from a birds eye view
\nLet me down slow, no return flight due
\nLearned how to burn from the girl I knew
\nI’m carrying her disease and with mine too
\nThe darkness that lives deep inside you
\nI’ll put up a fight with death with one rule
\nShe's never coming near my love again and bloom
\nShe's never coming near my love again and bloom
\n
\nYeah, floating on high from a birds eye view
\nLet me down slow, no return flight due
\nLearned how to burn from the girl I knew
\nI’m carrying her disease and with mine too
\nThe darkness that lives deep inside you
\nI’ll put up a fight with death with one rule
\nShe's never coming near my love again and bloom
\nShe's never coming near my love again and bloom\n\n
