| We’d all sell our souls
|
| To get a taste of that fake salvation
|
| From anyone that’s cashing in on our depression their telling me we’re not alone
|
| But look me in the eyes
|
| and you can tell that I’m terrified
|
| And I accept I’m alone, a private hell is where I come from
|
| Everytime I look inside
|
| I can see my heart is sinking
|
| Will I pull it up in time,
|
| Cause I don’t think I can, no
|
| (Well the weight of the world is too much for me to hold on my own)
|
| Darling we are fucked!
|
| Well there’s a chance I’m wrong,
|
| maybe I’m just numb to love
|
| Maybe if I look deeper in my soul
|
| I’ll find the one that I wanted you to know
|
| The true me, the one you loved so easily
|
| Everytime I look inside
|
| I can see my heart is sinking
|
| Will I pull it up in time
|
| Cause I don’t think I can, no
|
| I know you feel it too
|
| I’m laying right beside you in your room
|
| But every time I look inside
|
| I’m running out of, running out of time
|
| You feel my fingers running down your skin
|
| You see the hell in my eyes
|
| You see the fire within me, yeah
|
| I tell myself that this life mean nothing
|
| Then why the hell do I keep coming back if there is nothing that’s real!
|
| Everytime I look inside
|
| I can see my heart is sinking
|
| Will I pull it up in time
|
| Cause I don’t think I can, no
|
| I know you feel it too
|
| I’m laying right beside you in your room
|
| But every time I look inside
|
| I’m running out of, running out of time
|
| (Running out of, running out of time) |