I lose my hold
as all the pieces start to unfold
and now i see
where this started to get away from me.
Around my neck,
pressure holds its grip so tightly,
and i regret
everything that i said.
But it feels alright, i might as well be dead
I do this every night, you can’t understand how hard it is to be in bad business.
But it feels alright, i might as well be dead
I do this every night and you can’t understand, i’m twisted inside.