This feeling, it crawls up my neck.
Grasping at my throat, sucking my air...

Drunk, cold, lost.
I've got tears to cry...

Is this real?
The way I feel...

It's a two way street,
You and me...

These lungs;
they fill with smoke...

I found myself crawling over rocks,
my hands stained with the blood I try to hide...

What a life.
I've forgotten everything...

Here I lay waiting and knowing that there is much...
I could feel better then this...

I feel so sick, so ill....
So rotted inside...

Reach deep inside yourself,
Can't you see I don't love you...

I'm on edge, life on the brink.
This feeling I feel I must rethink...

Did I ever mention I hate?
I hate so much...