Painted in Grey

How long should you try and treat this
 When every word from everyone lashes at my wrists
 Maybe I should've bathed in the sun, Maybe I never cared enough
 When is giving up, giving in? Prescription, and symptoms, are just gorgeous synonyms
 Paint me in the corner, staring at the walls, I feel punished for being present so maybe I shouldn't be here at all
 Cast me into this cold palette, paint me among the brambles
 Wounded with arms stretched apart
 Tell me you've never felt like the medication doesn't work
 And I've never felt so guilty for being baptized in disbelief
 When is giving up, giving in? Prescription, and symptoms, are just gorgeous synonyms
 Paint me in the corner, staring at the walls, I feel punished for being present so maybe I shouldn't be here at all
 It's like we're painted in grey, we're always searching for the words to say
 Running through the hallway, between sleep and the grave
 It's hard to shed my skin