My obsolete existence is getting the better of me. I feel my bones are becoming weak.
It's been so long since I've felt any worth to anyone. Sleepless nights all but wasted away, is this really the man I wanted to be? I could pour my fucking heart out, but what's the use? Why choke on words wound tight into a noose?
I would spit my last breath to let you know how I really feel, But in the end these wounds were never meant to be healed. One more day; another smile to fake. I rack my brain to find a reason to stay.
My obsolete existence is getting the better of me. I feel my bones are becoming weak. We all live in the same hell, we're just fighting different demons. We all live in the same hell.
Spilled from the shadows. Bled from every heart. Each breath becomes a cancer, every day a hell, we spend apart. Courage and courtesy, every time you tried to change me. I've never been anything more than a useless being.
My obsolete existence is getting the better of me. I feel my bones are becoming weak. We all live in the same hell, we're just fighting different demons. We all live in the same hell.