February first, six-twelve PM
I've caught myself pondering again
I used to think February was the hardest month for me
But now I see nothing comes with ease

I used to think that all this shit would just sort itself out
But with each passing day I'm drowning deeper in myself
Don't know why I'm still here or if there's a point in staying
But I'm yet to find the gut to all throw it away
Goddammit

Throw it away
Throw it all away
Throw it all away

And I want to stay I want a life for me
But that's starting to seem like that's not a possibility
When will I learn
That this is something I'm facing on my own

(My own)
Throw it all away
(My own)
Throw it all away
(My own)
Throw it all away
(My own)
Throw it all away
Away
(My own)