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Hey I'm suffocating |
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No need for anticipating |
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My deepest sight is turned off |
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Without a light |
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Depression gives me |
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The permission to live my life |
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Without a fight |
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Alienating from you, my friend |
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We'll be separated 'til the end |
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Until the end |
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Attain new things and seek new trend |
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My heart inside, I'm trying to mend |
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A hollowgram in fashion |
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With deceiving quicksand |
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Tearing it all down |
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Forty-five degrees will ease the pain |
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Smoke the asylum haze and abide forevermore |
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Set the pyre of a broken core |
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Hate breeds new life |
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With pain and breathtaking strife |
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Trying to live my life without the blame |
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To refuel my flame, because I'm not the same |
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Your rules are made to keep me down |
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That's why I'm wearing this frown |
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Forty-five degrees is all I got left |
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Anger is a policy, not a theft |
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Trying to make things as simple as I can |
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In the end, I don't think you even give a damn |
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Won't give a damn |
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Past moments are stealing the sense |
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Giving all a new presence |
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Tripping to seek the cache of ease |
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I never heard you say "please" |
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Quicksand draining through my fingers |
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Wandering on, but doesn't stay |
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I know you have to fade away |
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Feelings are hiding from me, I say |
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The pain is binding my way |
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Sugar-coated sky is turning black |
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There's no coming back |
