Im sitting here, choking on nothing,
and becomes clear through the blur.
That I'm obviously screaming for something,
and not knowing is better than knowing so it seems.
I need to hear your voice aloud,
and now it seems I have found.
Ive found nothing at all,
I'm lonely inside and without anything.
I need an incentive to go on,
but everytime I just get knocked back down.
You distinguish your presence, it surrounds me,
I can feel it all, its all around.
The way you adore, the way you abhor me,
I need to get things done.
By surpressing the pain,
I've found an incentive to go on.
Choke Me! I've gone crazy,
The way you adore,
Choke Me! I've Gone Crazy! Choke Me!
The way you abhor me.
Im sitting here, choking on nothing,
and becomes clear through the blur.
That I'm obviously screaming for something,
and not knowing is better than knowing so it seems.
Im sitting here, choking on nothing,
and becomes clear through the blur.
If I Die,
will you finally shut your mouth?
Understand what I am?
understand what I'm about.
Can you see it in my eyes,
Im screaming at the top of my lungs, I want to die.
Im grabbing your guts,
and expecting bad luck.
I have no money,
I couldnt give 50 fucks.
If someone starts shooting,
I'll be the one standing, not running to duck.
You're the pill I take,
when I know I'm not wanted.
If life were a baseball game,
I'd be he who bunted.
Where ever I go, you're there,
giving me the finger.
I need to find a place,
where you might not linger.
There are the last scriptures,
that you will see from me.
I dont know what to trash,
dont know what to keep.
I see your face in the razor,
gazing back at me.
I found what to trash,
found what to keep.
But what did I do,
to deserve.
What did I have to live,
why did my mother even give birth.
Defacing all of the pictures,
of you and I.
I think that the time has come,
for you and I to say good bye.
You said all you wanted,
was one final kiss.
But I was far past broken,
and called you a bitch.
I've dug myself into deep this time,
and no one is throwing me a life line.
It seems I always have to repeat myself, I'm just fine,
there's no one to help, but I'm just fine.
I think that I need the time,
to get my mind set straight.
But it all seems to hard,
time seems to be too late.
Well the sun's coming up,
the light is about.
I think it's back to coffin for me,
lights out. |
