How many skeletons can be in my closet until they start to come out
How many secrets will I have to keep until I can't open my mouth
Because I can't trust anyone and I don't know what to do
Maybe I shouldn't have taken this load, maybe I need someone to talk to
I'm indecisive, confused, scatterbrained, and frightened
I'm starting to get used to the pain, maybe I kinda like it
Looking up at the ceiling, yeah you know the feeling
Got a little sidetracked on my search for meaning
I've been feigning for a better life
What's a better life?
A life where I'm not suffering every minute
I want a better life, but that's expensive
Especially when I have people who want a raise at my expenses
Just one day would be enough to suffice
Jesus Christ
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And this sadness has never looked better on me
What's the point of fighting
What's the point of crying
Anymore
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And this sadness has never looked better on me
What's the point of fighting
What's the point of crying
Anymore