| You want it to end
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| Pressure that’s boiling beneath your skin
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| Like a nervous wreck you don’t even feel
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| Safe in the home you grew up in
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| Sick of sitting still in a room that won’t stop spinning
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| You kept your door shut didn’t think that anyone would listen
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| You wanted peace and quiet
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| Drifting through your system
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| It’s not fair at all that you should do this alone
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| One hand full of pills the other hand full of regret
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| You wonder how you got here
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| And why this mess you’re in just won’t quit
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| I was just in the next room letting my eyes get heavy
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| When I awoke to a sound that won’t ever stop haunting me
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| I should have been better I should have been around
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| But I was selfish only thinking of myself
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| I sat alone in that spinning room
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| Wondering why I was never a better example for you
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| In disaster you find a clear view
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| What would I do without you |