I can't resign, it makes me feel like I am worth it
I can't even see, what's f**ing in front of me
I can't breath right, and it's not that I don't care
I'm just trying to be everything I am not
Can I feel sorry for myself
Will you let me say I am tired?
Can you hear a somber cry?
As the sun begins to rise
My fingers are tied
To a sense, I am lost
Time not well spent
To myself, I am still
(What's on the line, please, just see through me
I am not here, just breath through me)
Homesickness, not a place but a feeling
Like I have nothing, and that's all I can have
Insomnia, it's nice to meet you
My dreams have stabbed me in the back
You know that I can forget
But it's only temporary
There is no such thing as a waste of time
Just a waste of space and the worth, and the worth
And the worth of time
And the smoke from our lungs
And the smoke from our lungs
And the smoke from our lungs
And the smoke from our lungs
And the smoke from our lungs
And the smoke from our lungs