Two, three.
Three.
Take me away from the demons in my brain.
Take me out to the world.
Take me out into the day and let me find
my peace of mind.
I was alone.
I was taken with the tide,
but I knew that I was home when I looked into your eyes and said,
I'm done.
Just let me go.
I am hollow.
I am numb.
I am staring down the barrel of this
gun.
I am always by myself in a sea of self-infliction that I felt.
My life is a line burning faster every time.
Happy's just a dead end street.
I must turn around and leave once in a while.
Once in a while.
I bear far more cracks than the human eye can see.
Is it fair to be perplexed and try
to explain what's underneath with my success?
Because there's nothing left.
I am tortured by myself.
I am haunted by the fear of someone else.
I am fading.
I'm a ghost disconnected from the things I love the most.
You've seen my best turn to the worst.
I've dragged you right down with me.
Want to confess,
but with the stress I'm scared you'll leave me.
And I want you to know,
but you can't take it on your own.
I am hollow.
I am numb.
I am staring down the barrel of this gun.
I am always by myself in a sea of self-infliction that I felt.