I can't hold my head up any longer.
Its slowly takes more and more.
Whats the real point of ever getting out of bed?
When its the same s**t over and over again.
Its nipping at the back of my heal. Chasing.
I dream of you, in my arms every night.
In pitch black, I call your name with fear.
Find me, when I lost my way, I beg.
I need you more then I need air.
I run to gain freedom, only to find more bars.
I love you, hidding in my eyes the truth.
I tell you my fasle feelings of hate.
To push you to find the better.
Its slowly takes more and more.
Whats the real point of ever getting out of bed?
When its the same s**t over and over again.
Its nipping at the back of my heal. Chasing.
I dream of you, in my arms every night.
In pitch black, I call your name with fear.
Find me, when I lost my way, I beg.
I need you more then I need air.
I run to gain freedom, only to find more bars.
I love you, hidding in my eyes the truth.
I tell you my fasle feelings of hate.
To push you to find the better.
