I wouldn't mind being alone,
if I could find a way for me to not be there
I just can't shake me
Bled being dry dry, a weight that broke my back
Back to an unhealthy habit(at) Back
You know that "message in a bottle"?
Well I had to drink to get it out
I still can't decipher the code
There's so much more to shout about
I hate it when I breathe; I hate it when I'm me
I thought I could take a break
Don't you have more to shout about?
Is that what made us friends?
Is that what made me okay?
Is that all there was to me?
Back And its a shame we view this as a loss of faith, or loss of trust
We've got all this time, but we've got no lives