[Verse 1]
Say what you want but you will never know what it's like to go through this alone
I'm reaching for a hand in the dark, I just want to fucking go home
It's all peaks and valleys, looking for a home in the voided
And it's all lost in a whimper, on the notion that "I should feel better"
Everything feels the same
Lost in trance staring at this life through a pastel gaze
I don't remember a fucking thing I've did that ever made it any better
It's hard to move walking through my bullshit
Hard to ignore when it's buried in my skin
But when I can feed off of my panic, and I see it, it's fucking pathetic
Begging like I never left my cage and living half awake
[Breakdown]
How long will I let this go on?
[Bridge]
When will I finally kill myself to finally live
And when will I run out of time to make this right?
When will I finally hear myself to finally live
And when will I run out of time to make this right?
[Breakdown]
[Verse 3]
How long will I let this go on, and when is enough going to be enough?
When will I touch what I'm reaching for, and will it be what the fuck I think is missing?
How long will I let this go on, and when is enough going to be enough?
When will I touch what I'm reaching for, and will it be what the fuck I think is missing?
Say what you want but you will never know what it's like to go through this alone
I'm reaching for a hand in the dark, I just want to fucking go home
It's all peaks and valleys, looking for a home in the voided
And it's all lost in a whimper, on the notion that "I should feel better"
Everything feels the same
Lost in trance staring at this life through a pastel gaze
I don't remember a fucking thing I've did that ever made it any better
It's hard to move walking through my bullshit
Hard to ignore when it's buried in my skin
But when I can feed off of my panic, and I see it, it's fucking pathetic
Begging like I never left my cage and living half awake
[Breakdown]
How long will I let this go on?
[Bridge]
When will I finally kill myself to finally live
And when will I run out of time to make this right?
When will I finally hear myself to finally live
And when will I run out of time to make this right?
[Breakdown]
[Verse 3]
How long will I let this go on, and when is enough going to be enough?
When will I touch what I'm reaching for, and will it be what the fuck I think is missing?
How long will I let this go on, and when is enough going to be enough?
When will I touch what I'm reaching for, and will it be what the fuck I think is missing?
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