I said it once before
I don't believe a single word you say
But I fall for it all
Every second of every day, alone
It's our soul so give it up, and next time
Maybe next time I'll wake up
It feels like I am ready to give up
Next time, maybe next time I'll wake up
I've been dissecting every second I'm awake
It's a consistent pulling, stretching thin my will to just create Take it all the way
I feel like every time I try, I'm just falling deeper
Into the same hole I've been digging on my own so long
This feels like all the way
It's our soul so give it up, and next time
Maybe next time I'll wake up
It feels like I am ready to give up
Next time, maybe next time I'll wake up
No end in sight, I am eclipsed but holding out
The truth is every question posed is ringing all too loud
Bottle up the words and let the ether sort them out
We speak with malice when we find we just can't live without