How do you spend your spare time what do you do to pass the day do you focus on the bad times and how you never get your way you're never gonna be ok
got in the mail are medical bills And boys warning that they're going to come be coming from me Close the shit up and lock the door Shut off the world with
, yeah, its all crossed the line (?) You're running out of time, the ends almost here And none of the sadness if going away I never understood why you wanted nothing to do with
can help with what little you do I'm confused, i'm confused I know i need help, and thats why i'm turning to you I'm having trouble dealing with loss and coming to terms That with
a failure who will never be significant The face that you see from morning to night Is the mask that i put on to hide whats inside I don't take it off
If you really want some answered questions If you really want to know just what it's like If you really want to dig inside my head Pull up a chair, I
Sit back and let me tell you about the sadness About the beast that's been gnashing its teeth trying to destroy me It rears its head every time I'm alone
I don't wanna be alone, and i don't wanna be high But thats the way i've been living life I don't know what i want, or what i'm running from Should have
Take my advice and leave when you have a chance, It's starting right now; I can feel it's starting again. It's bad enough I, It's bad enough I can tell
It's desperation in my face from a lifetime of pain and isolation Everyday is just the fucking same I want to change but I can't get my foot in any door
read don't trust everything that you see on TV Subscriptions and ratings are all that they need (YEAH) They target your (?) against sympathy They make their
I keep falling down because I never listen I never listen I keep falling down because I never listen I never listen There's nothing left now It's
I don't want you be worried now And I don't want you to "not to sleep" (?) And I don't want you to be (?) without me So please don't be I don't want
Sick of going out of my mind every time I sing, Somebody that looks like you, it's killing me. Because I think you're there for me, But when I realize
I don't feel like I've got a foot in the grave It's not about you, it's about me Leave me alone I'm so sick of fighting with every single person that
I?m not tired, I?m exhausted. I think this time I?ve finally lost it. If anything ever happened to you, I don?t know what the fuck I?d do. When you get
There's no place I'd rather be, Then anywhere else but here, Just to see that I'm sick and tired of the bullshit. I've got about six friends here that
repeat the same shit that makes me lose at everything I do. Every time I try to do good I'm made a fool, a fucking cesspool of lies, but in my head I