(I don't know why I do this to myself
This stupid thing where I torture myself because I think that I'm responsible for everyone I care about, for everyone
I feel like I'm the cause of their suffering,
So I have suffer, I have to bare it with them to make it better and it doesn't make it better, it's worse for everyone
And all of these stupid idea swirl around in my head like there's a whole universe in there.
So I suppose he was right, in a very poetic and cliche kind of way, my thoughts are like constellations in my head, ones with too many stars, stars that have been fathomed into constellations that shouldn't exist.
But that's me. Barely existing)

Don’t tell me if it hurts
I know how to feel
When you live on outskirts
Can you tell if you’re even real?
Don’t tell me if it’s wrong
I know how to deal
With being all alone
Can you tell if you’ve even healed?

When you’re surrounded by temptations
Out of sync with the vibrations
You feel sick from the mere sensations
No way to let out your frustrations
And your emotions are fluctuations
Out of sync with the variations
You’re sick to death from your foundations
When your thoughts are like constellations

Don’t tell me I’m bleeding
I’ve done it before
When you live on the outskirt
Can you tell if you want more?
Don’t tell me to calm down
I used to adore
The feeling of dying
Can I still speak for me?
(Can I still for you?)

When you’re surrounded by temptations
Out of sync with the vibrations
You feel sick from the mere sensations
No way to let out your frustrations
And your emotions are fluctuations
Out of sync with the variations
You’re sick to death from your foundations
When your thoughts are like constellations

(I guess I deserve it in a way, I shouldn't be so hard on myself
I shouldn't be so critical of myself,
It's not my fault if others suffer, it's not my job to fix all the broken things in the world, you can't save everyone, my galaxies are not their galaxies and I don't have to rescue them and I'm not as important as I think I am and that's fine... That is fine... Right?)

When you’re surrounded by temptations
Out of sync with the vibrations
You feel sick from the mere sensations
No way to let out your frustrations
And your emotions are fluctuations
Out of sync with the variations
You’re sick to death from your foundations
When your thoughts are like constellations