| I just need some time
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| Take a step in my mind
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| There’s more than a mile to go before I’m proud of what I’ll show
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| I’ve lost all of my confidence
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| Too busy counting my failures
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| Too numb to feel better
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| Lying to my conscience
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| These sheets are my shelter
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| Standing on the edge again
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| Scratching my hands frantically
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| The nights I stay up, the shaking won’t stop
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| And the pain won’t seem to leave
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| I can’t breathe
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| But I believe it’s for the best
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| I’m choking on my empathy again
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| I can’t find myself if I’m searching for the end
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| When every move I make makes me just wanna start all over again
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| I’m carrying this will to live
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| Too heavy down on my shoulders
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| With these thoughts that I tether
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| My body’s growing colder
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| But these sheets are my shelter
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| Standing on the edge again
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| Scratching my hands frantically
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| The nights I stay up, the shaking won’t stop
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| And the pain won’t seem to leave
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| I can’t breathe
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| But I believe it’s for the best
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| I’m choking on my empathy again
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| Let me live
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| There’s nothing here for me anymore
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| I can’t see clearly
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| The glass is cracked from the pressure
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| (let me live)
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| There’s nothing here for me anymore
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| Can’t see clearly
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| The glass is cracked from the pressure |