did I choose this life or did it choose me? but after sleepless nights I can't come up with much of anything worth speaking of again even though you try and pretend I know whats going on inside your head
I just need for this to come out right I feel so irresponsible, selfish and unpredictable I'll let you fire the blanks while I bite the bullet
we've been here before it seems like everyday's the same old story another song , another morning amongst low light I hear no warning just one more line to go the past few weeks have left us bitter and cold
our hearts are forever black
I can see a break in the light at the end there's no turning your back on tonight and no ones going to love this more than us no one all these little thing's I got I fought and fought i fought and fought so hard to get what I want I'll belt about it I'll bleed it all out
i was gonna stop, I was going to give up but the bigger picture says there's still more left hoarse throat from the nights of pouring out my should and the hours adding up to an unreadable goal I can't sleep all i can do is think but it pains me so much to hear my worn voice speak