I'm exhausted, the bags under my eyes are getting bigger,
the marks are getting deeper so the slaves get longer.
you can't see the pain, but you don't look so i pretend its not happening.
Overtime i close my eyes your their reminding me, of what i did of what i have become,
how i have let you down, how i am just not good enough.
Every night, every time, it gets dark i am afraid,
afraid to lay down,
afraid to close my eyes,
afraid to fall asleep,
afraid to see you there and remember,
I'm sorry but it doesn't matter anymore, death is not reversible,
no matter what i do, i cant change what i did, and i cant make it right, i have to live with the consequences of my actions.
So roll on the evening so i can get the dream i deserve
