There's A Voice In My Head Telling Me Why I Should Hate You,

But I Hate Myself Instead.

There's A Pair Of Dead Eyes In The Mirror Looking Back At Me.

I Guess Its Wrong To Live Life So Lifelessly.



Scars Are Tearing Open Along My Palms And Knees.

I Guess Thats What I Should Get For Crawling Back At Your Feet.

And Now I'm Feeling So Down, That There's No God Above.

No Mercy For A Soul Thats Just Way Too Fucked Up.



There's A Pain In My Chest Growing Stronger With Every Heartbeat.

Now There's Nothing Left Of Me,

But Empty Bottles Of Pills And Bacardi.

Yes, I Guess Its Wrong To Live Right.



Scars Are Tearing Open Along My Palms And Knees.

I Guess Thats What I Should Get For Crawling Back At Your Feet.

And Now I'm Feeling So Down, That There's No God Above.

No Mercy For A Soul Thats Just Way Too Fucked Up.



Leave Me Here To Die