a poem - just ~rambling on~ ...

got a cut in my finger i don't know where it's from
maybe it's just my thorns that overgrown
breaking the fourth wall i wish i wish i wish i had one
they're breaking the fourth wall, can i lower the curtains?

i'd jump off
i'd jump off but there's no water
and i don't wanna crack
i don't wanna crack i don't wanna crack
but i'm too tired to swim

got a cut in my finger, don't know where it's from
maybe it's just my thorns, they're overgrown
now i feel they aren't worthy and
what is feel is really nothing
but they're breaking the fourth wall
breaking the fourth wall,
can i lower the curtains?

Will you release me?
Will you save me?

I don't wanna crack, I don't wanna crack
but I'm too tired to swim

got a cut in my finger dom't know where it's from
maybe it's just my thorns that overgrown
and  suck my own blood as a denial to strangers
i suck my own blood but it opens a wound
and i'd jump off, i had so many opportunities
i'd jump off but i don't wanna crack
i'm too tired to live, can i open the curtains?
i don't wanna crack, i wanna go home
i just wanna go home, can i lower the curtains?

will you release me?
will you save me?
i wanna go home but i'm too tired to swim
can i lower the curtains?
can i lower the curtains?
can i l o w e r t h e c u r t a i n s?
it's almost over it's almost ver you're almost there
can i lower the curtains???