Creator

I'm a fucking mess inside, but I say I'm fine.
Do you realize what lays behind my eyes?
There's a fucking wretched world and it's mine.
Do you see what's hidden behind this wide sea?
I'm going under. Miles of depression, while I sink down, further and further on the ground.
Do you care I could die? No, because I always tell you a lie.

I'm the only one to blame.
I am the creator of this world inside me.

But it doesn't matter. It's all my fault.
I wanted it this way.
I am the creator of this world inside me.

Dear, I'm sorry..