There's something about the way you look tonight, Something is taking over me and I don't want this feeling to stop. There's something about the way
I've never been a fan of the way my nights turned out, But I'm used to it now. Everybody is breathing down my neck and I can't stand knowing you are
Every time I see your face, I want to put you in your place, You'll never be the people you see, Let's face it; you'll never be me. I know you'll stand
I never wanted to admit to this, But it's something that I need to get off my chest. I have this overwhelming fear that I'm not in control. And I have
And I can't sleep and the sun is rising, Another 37 hours before I can sleep. My days and nights are rolling into one, And I'm losing track of where
Closing my eyes, You're the only one I see. Why the fuck does this keep happening to me? All of the thoughts stuck in my mind, You should be fucking
My Christ I don't believe in you, But if I did would you stop me from thinking? I've got things on my mind, things what you would not understand. I've
Why does it matter now? When apart, you didn't give two shits. Now she's changed her mind again. I'm back to being a dick again. The way I feel right
I have been biting my tongue for way too long, And it's not easier I swear. This constant reminder of what I have become, Is building up and I can't
Fuck me; there are things that have changed, And I can't quite keep up to date. You keep telling me I need to catch up on the latest fashion. Well I'
I don't see you fucking trying, Who are you to tell me where i am? If you can prove me wrong, I'll leave you where you stand. I can't find the words
Lights out, it falls Out of a puddle of blood I rise, Weak and out of reach I'm ashamed, dead, I wish you where dead. I'm just a child. And I'm crying
It's time to make my final decision I'm gonna leave this cruel world Don't wanna go in this any deeper Don't wanna hide from my own hurts Can't face
Windy, windy Looking for a better home Gotta be, gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded, crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car, yellow car Better
whoa??s wrong, youa??re the one twisting, Twisted and turning, lying and deceiving, Digging yourself deeper and deeper and deeper Into a never ending spiral, a blackhole
Fuck me; there are things that have changed, And I can't quite keep up to date. You keep telling me I need to catch up on the latest fashion. Well I'll
I don't see you fucking trying, Who are you to tell me where i am? If you can prove me wrong, I'll leave you where you stand. I can't find the words to
