Years Of Red Skies The Death Of Thomas Chatterton
How did I get here? (here!)
Was it something I did? (Your falling through, falling through as a failure!)
I'm afraid for my life. (Your falling through, falling through as a failure!)
I've been all locked away and it seems I can't find my way out.
Won't you just please stay, I can't make it another day.
That is the message that rewinds in your head.
The only question that you would ask yourself...
"What would they think if I took the easy way out? (I don't have faith any more)
Would they think any less or would they act as if sorrowed?"
These are the questions that sit in the back of our heads.
It is a never ending cycle, change does not exist.
I've been all locked away and it seems I can't find my way out.
Won't you just please stay, I can't make it another day.
(IT IS A NEVER ENDING CYCLE, CHANGE DOES NOT EXIST)
This heartache, this endless heartache, is this what we deserve?
Everything we have doesn't matter, everything we want, we will never obtain.
Sometimes our advice isn't good enough, (I'll be just fine)
Sometimes staring down a barrel is an answer to it all.
But I'll be just fine,
I'LL BE JUST FINE!
This is all just a game, a game to see what makes us give in.
Now lets all sit in a circle and spin the gun to see who gives in first