| Another night I’m all alone
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| Peeling my skin down to the bone
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| My eyes becoming bloodshot
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| From the hands around my throat
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| I regurgitate myself
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| So I can eat it up again
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| I’ve got an appetite for self-abuse
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| The story never ends
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| Sometimes I build myself up
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| So I can tear me down again
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| I never thought I’d dig this low
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| I hate what I’ve become
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| Pushing myself until I break
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| Until my body starts to shake
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| The game is see just how much I can take
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| Before I fade away
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| I trace my scars
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| To remind me, a trail
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| Becoming numb
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| I cannot feel
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| Sometimes I build myself up
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| So I can tear me down again
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| I never thought I’d dig this low
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| I hate what I’ve become
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| Breaking down again
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| Breaking me
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| This weight is like an avalanche
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| Breaking down again
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| Crushing me
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| This weight feels like an avalanche
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| Sometimes I build myself up
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| So I can tear me down again
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| I never thought I’d dig this low
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| I hate what I’ve become
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| Running from the pain
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| God, am I too late
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| Oh, come and open up my eyes
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| I give it all to you tonight
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| Starting to wither
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| Make me whole again
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| These chains have kept me here too long
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| I’m coming home where I belong |