Every piece of the person I am becoming is in part due to the people I have met along the way. Sometimes I don’t want to keep going, but I guess I have to.
Every piece of the person I am becoming is in part due to the people I have met along the way. Sometimes I don’t want to keep going, but I guess I have to.
Tired of looking for that silver lining and hearing everything they say.
Sometimes it doesn’t get better, the future’s getting darker and darker instead.
And the rope’s just getting tighter. Getting harder and harder to breathe.
Tired of looking for that silver lining and hearing everything they say.
Sometimes it doesn’t get better, the future’s getting darker and darker instead.
And the rope’s just getting tighter. Getting harder and harder to breathe.
Maybe if I could rewind time and see how different things could be,
Another day wasted, laying in bed
Buried alive inside my own head
Fingers worn to the bone, digging deeper to be free.
But the view from rock bottom is the only thing I can see.
Maybe if I could rewind time and see how different things could be,
Another day wasted, laying in bed
Buried alive inside my own head
Fingers worn to the bone, digging deeper to be free.
But the view from rock bottom is the only thing I can see.