IRC-Galleria

Because I don't wanna be like this
I've been running these streets
for too long now
I've got nothing thats true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

I fucking swear that I care
but its hard when you stare
into the bottom of a bottle
that is empty and bare
all my desolate soul
in my desolate home
it's my desolate role
yeah I'm here all alone

I can't think of a reason
to get the fuck out of bed
curtains closed, lights are off
Am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week
I always slur when I speak
tolerance at its peak
another fit just to sleep

oh woe is me woe is me
I guess I need love
and I swear I'm tryin baby please
Baby don't leave
goddamn I'm a fuck-up
But I guess that's just me

so I sit in my room
and I'll cry in my bed
thinkin about all the shit
that made me wrong in my head
I keep tryin to climb
but it seems so steep
pour myself a fucking whisky
and go back to sleep...

yeah I'm sick, oh so sick
I'm so sick of this shit
Yeah I'm lit, oh so lit
I'm so fucked up off it
so I stumble around
till I stumble fall down
to this puddle of my tears
laying here on the ground

when you've got nothing left
you've got nothing left to lose
with my last left single breath
I'll still be singing to you
so when you bury me man
you better bury me deep
and sing along to this song
because you're broken like me

And I wanna go back to the start
back where we started from
and I know it's been so long
I was wrong, I was wrong
I was wrong all along