| What am i still doing here? |
| I must break out of here
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| I must break away from all this pain
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| At this point in time, I don’t think it’s going to help
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| Past the point of redemption
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| Past the point of no return
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| Past the point of redemption
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| I feel all this pressure on my body
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| So much pressure on my mind
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| At this point, it won’t help
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| I’ve realized I’m not bitter
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| I’m just so lost
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| The dreams get more and more strange with each sleep
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| I must pack up and get the fuck out of here
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| At this point, it won’t help
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| I’ve realized I’m not bitter
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| I’m just so lost
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| Losing all hope. |
| Losing my mind
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| Losing my will to live
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| Stepping on broken piano keys
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| Everywhere I go. |
| Hoping it won’t get worse
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| Is this the real world? |
| do I deserve this?
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| What have I done to deserve this?
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| Alone in this
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| Say what you want, say what you must
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| Shelter yourself from this
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| Who know if it gets worse?
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| Much worse and you can only guess where this will go |