Alone Left to my own devices Spending time dealing with my vices Anxiety rife from lying under the knife Se things in black and white I still feel the it in my chest Still feel the lump in my throat Still feel the hairs standing up Every time I hear the whisper of your name spoke Sick with the sorrow, sick with the sin Sick of the place I've been stuck in Can't shake the feeling that there's more to life than what I'm living I try to describe it, can't find a better way than what I've written
Feelings I've got left, the ones I saved from those you kept Stay beside me to remind me that I can't rely on anybody else I swear that I will never rest until everything you love is f**ing crushed And everyone that you hold so dear remains silent with the words that you're dying to hear I'm sick of the sorrow I'm sick of the sin I'm sick from the place I grew up in Alone in my mind, alone in my own mind