Halsey's music.

Well, she got the life that she wanted, but now all she does is cry. 

Better off dead, so I reckon I'm beading to hell instead. 

'Cause I'll hang myself if you'd give me rope. 

I just fuck things up if you noticed.

Is overflowing with the same damn problems.

Punch-wasted on redundancy. 

My tears are falling flawlessly now. 

I wanna ruin all my plans. 

I wanna a fist around my throat. 

I wanna cry so bars, I choke. 

And maybe I'll be better if I take my meds.

Ain't no doubleheader if you lose your head. 

Couldn't really tell you where they'd leave a stone. 

But I've got a body here to bury. 

And if truth be told, it's scary. 

Talkin' about, we got a reason to run. 

We pose in time and you tell yourself you're fine but you.

Sabotage the things you love the most. 

Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I'm composed.

I am not a legend, I'm a fraud. 

There is a lighthouse in the middle of the deep.

And nobody hears me scream

Or it's a memory that presses like a blade against my throat.