Found myself inside a hole. Out of love, so alone. My mind is clouded by the smoke. Needing more, with nowhere to go. So how many times will I promise myself? "no more, no more" -hypocritical lies. I'll only go back to where I was before, because I'm.
*Hollow again
I'm losing myself, I'm losing friends.
Hollow again
Spill my guts on to the floor, and pray for something.*
All I wanted was to be something good that everybody looked up to. I never thought I'd ever see myself live to become the enemy. So how many times will I promise myself? "no more, no more" -hypocritical lies. I'll only go back to where I was before, because I'm.
Been here so many times. I've over stayed my welcome. I need to draw a line. Or I'll fall forever.
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