I spend most nights in my room
Dark and alone with the things I could do
Need a place I can run to
Giving way to the empty
The bitter thought of what could be
Another life to live through
Getting close to the substance
The only thing that makes my brain move
A different pattern than I'm used to
Another life to live through
I'll be the noose that you look for your sleep
A way out because this life is a disease
I need a chance a chance to feel something
And then nothing
And then nothing
I'm grasping to the hope of living
I can't get out of my head
Fighting the urge to put a bullet In my head
I feel nothing. And then nothing
I'm seeing colors out of bloodshot eyes
My mind is turning there's no air inside
Cant move my fingers, to flee or fight
I can't shake this f*cking life