| [00:-02.00] | @ @ |
| [00:-01.00] | |
| [00:00.72] | I can't go on |
| [00:04.68] | deflate the air from both |
| [00:08.72] | of my lungs |
| [00:11.75] | |
| [00:19.53] | Fears one by one followed me home |
| [00:25.26] | and became reality |
| [00:29.34] | I'm a failure |
| [00:32.28] | I'm a freak |
| [00:34.54] | I'm a chip on your shoulder |
| [00:37.62] | the last thing you need |
| [00:41.62] | |
| [00:42.62] | Shudder earthquakes at the thought |
| [00:46.80] | of life thats meaningless |
| [00:51.74] | and with such a promising past |
| [00:56.10] | but you can always count on me |
| [01:00.81] | to choke in the end |
| [01:04.01] | |
| [01:04.96] | I can't go on |
| [01:08.60] | deflate the air from both |
| [01:12.72] | of my lungs |
| [01:14.89] | I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face |
| [01:24.04] | |
| [01:26.52] | Well, honestly im taking big strides |
| [01:31.87] | in a race towards normalcy. |
| [01:36.30] | where more is more and less is weak |
| [01:40.90] | where love is crap. emotion speaks for us all. |
| [01:48.28] | |
| [01:49.34] | What's really right |
| [01:52.01] | who's who to say? |
| [01:54.24] | i can survive alone again |
| [01:58.38] | figured that out the hardest way |
| [02:02.90] | Forecast calls for fire |
| [02:06.31] | the flames sound nice today. |
| [02:10.38] | |
| [02:11.57] | I can't go on |
| [02:15.36] | deflate the air from both |
| [02:19.20] | of my lungs |
| [02:21.30] | I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face |
| [02:29.95] | |
| [02:31.66] | its old and bored |
| [02:35.54] | and its mouth smiles no more |
| [02:39.30] | now i'm worth my weight in potting soil |
| [02:43.95] | maybe i try to hard to care. |
| [02:51.36] | |
| [03:13.60] | i left your note one your bed |
| [03:18.15] | i dont recall it saying |
| [03:22.80] | something like how completely miserable |
| [03:26.72] | and I' better off dead |
| [03:31.46] | |
| [03:33.02] | I can't go on |
| [03:37.60] | deflate the air from both |
| [03:41.40] | of my lungs |
| [03:43.43] | I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face |
| [03:53.45] | |
| [03:54.22] | its old and bored |
| [03:57.43] | and its mouth smiles no more |
| [04:01.46] | now i'm worth my weight in potting soil |
| [04:06.21] | maybe i try to hard to care. |
| [04:12.94] | |
| [04:13.93] | I can't go on |
| [04:17.57] | deflate the air from both |
| [04:24.22] | of my lungs |
| [04:27.88] | |
| [04:33.93] | I can't go on |
| [04:39.68] | deflate the air from both |
| [04:44.20] | of my lungs |
| [04:49.44] | |
| [04:56.13] | I can't go on |
| [05:00.86] |