Your so vindictive it drives me insane,
too jealous and selfish to know what love means,
you wont make it out alive this time,
I've got your number, and I'm dialing.
Slowly searching to find himself,
he says "life there is nothing left"
on the inside more problems fester,
all he needs is an escape to render.
He feels alone, lost among a crowd,
bashing every opportunity away and now,
every chance he ever though he had,
has turned against him and driven him mad.
He's calling out from deep inside,
trying to keep a stable mind,
with all the habits he has made,
it makes reality so hard to taste.
Bitter sweet, when dead ends meet,
nothing lives you get to see,
open wound, nothing new,
bleeding slowly within you.
You had things so much better off,
living life thinking of no cost,
things were so much better then,
who was to think you couldn't win.
You don't mean anything to yourself,
don't try anything stupid,
you'll catch yourself ahead of time,
it was so much better then.
