| You know what it’s like to be in a room full of people but still feel
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| completely alone? |
| I feel that all the time.
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| I feel that all the time.
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| I’ve never been the type to talk first
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| In fact it kinda freaks me out to converse
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| I’ll never know why, but it always hurts
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| To be an extroverted introvert
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| But as far back as I remember
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| I could find the words for every tear, for every temper
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| It’s poetry that found me when I was in a dark hole
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| Yeah, it’s poetry that came into my life and saved my soul
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| So what the fuck is this social anxiety?
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| I can say goodbye with alcohol and that’s the irony
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna drink, I don’t wanna like drinking
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| But sometimes it’s the only way to shut up all my thinking
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| So I drink, and maybe I take a bump
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| And one leads to the next and suddenly I’m fucking drunk
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| And then I blackout, when I wake up in the morning
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| I hate who I’ve become, but it’s too late to send a warning (warning)
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| It’s too late to send a warning (warning)
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| Yeah, it’s too late to send a warning (warning) |