| It dawned on me that I can’t
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| I own this place, my big mistake was letting go
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| I own this world, she twists and twirls, her shackles lock so nicely
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| The end of clocks, I shift in thoughts, my throat feels numb from white bump yum
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| I’ll wake up late, my shattered place, can’t wait to break what’s new irate
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| Something smells about this place
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| Something that I love to hate
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| Something similar to mold
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| In this oxygen I hold
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| Smell of vomit on my sheets
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| Cigarette’s ash on me
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| Sell my soul to everything
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| Feeling weaker every week
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| Broken, token, ticket to hell now
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| Break me down and show me what I am, wow
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| Living is hard, but have you met Death
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| When I first met that energy, I wasn’t vexed, it
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| Dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t
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| It dawned on me, it dawned on me that I can’t |