Say what you want but you will never know what its like to go through this alone
I'm reaching for a hand in the dark
I just want to fucking go home
Its all peaks and valleys, looking for a home in the voided
And it's all lost in a whimper, on the notion that "I should feel better"
Everything feels the same
Lost in trance staring at this life through a pastel gaze
I don't remember a fucking thing I did that ever made it any better
Its hard to move walking through my bullshit
Hard to ignore when its buried in my skin
But when I can feed off my panic, and I see it, its fucking pathetic
Begging like I never left my cage, and living half awake
How long will I let this go on?
When will I finally kill myself to finally live?
And when will I run out of time to make this right?
When will I finally hear myself to finally live?
And when will I run out of time to make this right?
How long will I let this go on
And when is enough going to be enough?
When will I touch what I'm reaching for?
And will it be what the fuck I think is missing?
How long will I let this go on?
And when is enough going to be enough?
When will I touch what I'm reaching for?
And will it be what I think is missing?
I'm listening
Please speak to me