| Cold, the essence hits my body
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| My one and only hobby
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| I close me eyes and relive my mistakes
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| Please, show me some compassion
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| Because I’m quickly losing traction
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| And then a white cap knocks me overboard
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| I’m sinking towards the bottom
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| And I still can’t see the problem
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| I need it in the worst way
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| I lied in the first place
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| It’s nothing to brag about I know
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| But it’s the only thing here that helps me go to sleep
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| So go to sleep
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| Help, it’s only getting harder
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| The unsuspecting martyr
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| I know I’ll die before I make you proud
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| Please, one more for the shakes now
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| So I can wake up face down
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| Or else I won’t wake up tomorrow
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| It multiplies the heartache
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| But still I can’t help but partake
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| It takes away the pain
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| But still I’m praying for the rain
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| To wash away the person that I became
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| And fill this empty shell
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| But it’s a feeling I know very well
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| Please, I need it in the worst way |