The Pain Keeper

You're throwing stones straight in my hell
A big black pond I'm holding in
I'm carving walls out of my own dread
My flesh and bones don't feel a thing

Unsuccessful and hopeless tries
Of interaction close with "I'm fine"
I let things rot just so you say
"There's nothing left of us these days, again"

None of this is true
I am nothing but cruel
I'm my own pain keeper
I don't need to get better
Better, better, better

Dissected dreams by a sharpened brain
Rust in a bath, boiling inside my head
Go talk all night of things left unsaid
I'll fake my sleep, I'll just play dead again

None of this is true
I am nothing but cruel
I'm my own pain keeper
I don't need to get better
Better, better, better