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My heads all concerned with the words |
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Let them break you up |
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So I don't see it |
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Reminds me of this nightmare that I had |
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I opened my mouth nothing to come out |
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My words are just pills that contoured the chills |
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As my glass overflows with that sadness that builds |
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These visions turned out real it makes me have to |
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Deal with the drama that I made in confliction that I feel |
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Either way the choice I choose is wrong |
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So I choose wrong always choose wrong |
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No matter what I do it ends up bad |
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I can do it bad |
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Man I feel bad |
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Sometimes I should realize |
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Its better not to hold back on what I want to say |
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And now that I do realize |
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I wont I ever hold back on what my head wants to say |
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But I'm terribly close to being glistened enclosed |
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My words and head confused so I run for the coast |
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I reach for the sky but to realize I have destroyed all my friends |
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And left everything behind |
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Either way I choose the choice is wrong |
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So I choose wrong I'm always wrong |
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No matter what I do it ends up bad |
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So I do it bad man I can feel bad |
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My head is so cursed and it needs to nursed |
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If there is hope of repair and the damage revered |
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I'm clutching now so bad that cannot be more sad |
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When I've seen what I've lost |
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and know what I had had |
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But I've came to that now even if I need how |
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Its more pain chest than my body will allow |
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Ten bottles of champagne could not heal all this pain |
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It all ends up being the same I watch it all float down the drain by my head |
