Gits Wingo Lamo
When I'm going into the bar, I'm there trying to ignore this terror in me, I can't set it free I can't make any sense unless it's in a song and every time I try to feel I only seem to wake up lifeless where would it ever end when we fall to our own demand It takes up your life and throws it like dice each time we fail, it never gets over looked When you're thinking that the cards lay forward it takes up your answers with no second chances Immobilized by the torment it hits so hard, there's nothing more I can take Needing each breath just to make it through there's nothing more I'm expected to do there's nothing worse than hating yourself and parading around like you're somebody else I wish that it would just all go to hell Wanting some time just to be by myself