98 Mute "Painkiller" |
Insecurity- this time its got the best of me. Apathy- this time I think its killing me. Try to scream- but I cant make any noise. Try to breathe- but the breath has lost my voice. There has got to be a better way. Some way to get rid of this fucking pain. Is my future in a razor blade? Sometimes suicide isnt so insane. Bad memories- so I drink to forget. But you see- all I lose is self respect. No control- no more goals and no more aim. Blackened soul- everyday it feels the same. Cant face the boredom that everyday brings. Im feeling guilty for an uncommitted crime. Left dangling from a puppeteers strings. My bodys free but my mind is doing time. Suicide- everyday a soul is lost. Justified- I think Ill carry my own cross. Bedside note- sory mother if you cry. But lifes a joke- so I think today, Ill just lay down and die. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |