Album Name : Birth of a Cynic
Release Date : 2008-01-01
Song Duration : 3:53
8stops7 Doubt
I wanna be a saint
But i end up a pain
I wanna be your love
But i can't get my mind off this drug
*chorus*
Somebody please won't somebody help me out
Cause i can't decide just what it is i think i wanna
feel right now
These walls are closing in
I'm sick as a dog with doubt but i want more
I wanna be inside
She shows me how to feel alive
I wanna be a good friend
But i end up alone once again
*chorus*
Lock myself up in this room
With a pocketful to dull the pain
Try to find some inner peace
But the silence is driving me insane
Comfortable
In ropes and chains
Cuts off the flow of thoughts
That i don't want to feel today
Concious now
But not the same
Fall again and i don't know
What i want to feel today
I'm fed up with today
I want to feel today
I wanna be a saint
But i end up a pain
I wanna be your love
But i can't get my mind off this drug
*chorus*