| Let them break you up, so I don’t see it
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| Reminds me of this nightmare that I had
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| I opened my mouth nothing to come out
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| My words are just pills that contoured the chills
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| As my glass overflows with that sadness that builds
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| These visions turned out real it makes me have to
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| Deal with the drama that I made in confliction that I feel
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| Either way the choice I choose is wrong
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| So I choose wrong, always choose wrong
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| No matter what I do, it ends up bad
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| I can do it bad, man, I feel bad
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| Sometimes I should realize
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| It’s better not to hold back on what I want to say
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| And now that I do realize
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| I won’t I ever hold back on what my head wants to say
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| But I’m terribly close to being glistened enclosed
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| My words and head confused so I run for the coast
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| I reach for the sky but to realize I have destroyed all my friends
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| And left everything behind
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| Either way I choose the choice is wrong
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| So I choose wrong, I’m always wrong
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| No matter what I do, it ends up bad
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| So I do it bad, man, I can feel bad
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| My head is so cursed and it needs to nursed
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| If there is hope of repair and the damage revered
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| I’m clutching now so bad that cannot be more sad
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| When I’ve seen what I’ve lost and know what I had had
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| But I’ve came to that now even if I need how
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| It’s more pain chest than my body will allow
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| Ten bottles of champagne could not heal all this pain
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| It all ends up being the same I watch it all float down the drain by my head |