| I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
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| Pissed off at myself for what I’ve done
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| I’ve been down this path
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| I’ve felt the wrath of the sins from my past
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| It burns so deep
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| What I’ve done to you, I’ll never escape
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| It burns so deep
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| You’re everything I’ll never be
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| I need to open my eyes
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| To see again, to see the way I was back then
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| (Gotta find my way, gotta find a way back again)
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| Tear open my chest
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| To dig around and tell me why I’m such a mess
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| I got a fear that my heart got up and left
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| Oh, I’m somewhere drifting, hanging out with regret
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| We’re laughing, making jokes of past things I did
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| I call apathy «my one and only friend»
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| Keep a distance, I could be contagious
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| I’m a little twisted and in dire need of assistance
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| I won’t quit these habits if I know I can’t have it
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| Because, because I’m sick, I’m a dick
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| I’m quick with my words, draw on me, you’ll get hurt
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| I’m scum, I’m numb
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| There’s nothing you can do to me that I haven’t done
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| I need to open my eyes
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| To see again, to see the way I was back then
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| (Gotta find my way, gotta find a way back again)
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| Tear open my chest
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| To dig around and tell me why I’m such a mess
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| I got a fear that my heart got up and left
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| I am a shadow, the hollowed out shell
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| Of a man that was, a man that was
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| I am a shadow, the hollowed out shell
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| Of a man that was, a man that was
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| You’re my mistake
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| You’re my mistake
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| I’m the villain of this metropolis
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| I’ll sink this ship, I’ll burn this bridge
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| I’ll end what little life we’re in
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| I need to open my eyes
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| To see again, to see the way I was back then
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| (Gotta find my way, gotta find a way back again)
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| Tear open my chest
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| To dig around and tell me why I’m such a mess
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| I got a fear that my heart got up and left
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| Does it make sense to feel so spent?
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| Get this off my chest
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| Has the best of me came and went?
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| Does it make sense to feel so spent?
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| Get this off my chest
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| Has the best of me came and went?
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| Does it make sense to feel so spent?
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| Get this off my chest
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| Has the best of me came and went?
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| (Is this feeling passing? I keep asking)
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| Does it make sense to feel so spent?
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| Get this off my chest
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| Has the best of me came and went?
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| (Is this temporary? Please be temporary)
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| They say it gets better with time
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| Well, it’s been time enough and I want to live my life
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| I let you down, now you’ve got me on hold
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| I just want to go home |