| Under the moon, with the trees where you find me
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| I left home, I was sick of all the fighting
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| Paint me a picture of the future, now I’m crying
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| I feel ants on my skins and they remind me
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| Everyday just feels the same, I gotta' face it
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| Problems in my head, never replacement
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| Doing whatever I can to erase it
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| Can we just be real, I’ll never make it
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| Everyday just feels the same, I gotta' face it
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| Problems in my head, never replacement
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| Doing whatever I can to erase it
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| Can we just be real, I’ll never make it
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| What do you want from me? |
| What do you want from me?
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| What do you want from me? |
| What do you want from me?
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| And what the fuck do you even know? |
| I just want to be left alone
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| Why you always put up a show? |
| Acting like weren’t ever closed
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| Popping these pills in the forest, smoking ghost-pipe
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| This boy in the woods, never searching for a way back
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| I’m doing fine, by myself, so don’t mind me
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| Trying my best, to put everything behind me
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| So if you need me, try a different day
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| Feeling better because now I’ve found a different way
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| To get this off my mind I keep it all away from me
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| But you’ll never see, I’m doing this for me
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| This is been getting harder, but you’ll never know
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| Everything I hold is someone but I stay here alone
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| Feelin' like a TNT, that is about to blow
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| Anything second, anyday, I just might explode
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| This is been getting harder, but you’ll never know
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| Everything I hold is someone but I stay here alone
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| Feelin' like a TNT, that is about to blow
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| Anything second, anyday, I just might explode
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| Under the moon, with the trees where you find me
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| I left home, I was sick of all the fighting
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| Paint me a picture of the future, now I’m crying
|
| I feel ants on my skins and they remind me
|
| Everyday just feels the same, I gotta' face it
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| Problems in my head, never replacement
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| Doing whatever I can to erase it
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| Can we just be real, I’ll never make it
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| Everyday just feels the same, I gotta' face it
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| Problems in my head, never replacement
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| Doing whatever I can to erase it
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| Can we just be real, I’ll never make it |