every night
i close my eyes. i just pretend my might would let me hold my drive
i,
keep leaving because it's cold inside.
though i feel ashamed, let me hold my pride
i,
have control, but i'll say it for the record
the violence inside can convert into a fucking wrecker
will it end?
forever i'll be guessing
a bullet in my skull
would leave me more blessed...
but in the end i'll let my brain decide
where the pain resides and the anguish lies
i,
if feeling violent i'm going for the ride
hold onto my hand because we're both scared to die, right?
in my demise let my soul never rise
while i'm standing at the divide, i welcome your life...
it's okay if my heart could stay, but i don't know why...
it's okay if my heart could stay, but i don't know why...