These late nights, are all that i know now these early mornings are beginning to show and all i think about as i lay awake at night is will anyone notice the bags under my eyes i'm losing grip on the choke hold that i had around the neck of my life and all these demons follow me, into the night
there's a part of me beginning to grow and it's the one part of me i don't want anyone to know i'm starting to slip, i feel the skin crack around my fingertips and I've forgotten, how it feels, to feel like myself and i don't recognize the face that stares back at me when i look into the mirror i don't see myself anymore
i don't recognize the man behind these tired eyes
These late nights, are all that i know now these early mornings are beginning to show and all i think about as i lay awake at night is who the fuck am i, who the fuck am i ?
i haven't known myself for far to long so how could you ? at least you've got the luxury of running away believe me if i could, i wouldn't stay i wouldn't stay around me