I'm sick with the guiltnAnd I'm dipped in the angernAnd sex is the one thing nThat has brought me diseasenI want to hurt peoplenEspecially ones I knownI'm so fucking scared nI just wish I could gonBut go to the storenOr the park or the mountainsnI'll still be sick therenAs the anger spews from menLike fountainsnLike fountainsnnI can break thingsnThings plasticnBut things I'll remembernI brokenIt's the gnawingnThe clawingnThe scraper inside nWants to clean outnAll that's insidenSo there's only withoutnnA numb hard shell nIs how they'll find menLet me show you my bestnI won't be that easy to findnI will fit in with the restnI will fit in with the restnnThe past is still with menIt follows not stoppingnSlowing me downnTo show me that nothingnIs left in my lifenTo say that I have changednnI'm still here obsessing nAnd thinking of nothingnCan't even be honest with myselfnI don't want to fit in with the restnI don't want to fit in with the restnnn