I don't feel like making amends, breaking this bread, and shaking these hands. I don't feel like letting this go. Letting this go has taken its toll. All my life I've been finding my way. Finding my place but never quite safe. All those words that never quite fit. All those times that didn't mean shit. All those memories never quite fade. All those times I stood there in shame. All those times that I came in second place, to all those lines that you put in your face. It's about time that we cleaned up some air, cut through the bullshit, and thoughts that you cared. I don't feel like letting this go. Letting this go has taken its toll.
Put your hands up.
If you feel me put your hands up.
I don't feel like making amends. When the devil's in the details I'm in his head.
Picking up the pieces of the world you left.
Finding my place in a vagrant abyss.
Never been one to stay off better dead, but I've never been a stranger to the dark in my head. Done with the days i"m trapped in a bed. Done with those days I'm feeling worthless. I don't need another damn reason to believe that you would ever even change a single thing about the way that you would think to treat me. All my sacrifices made, and now you've search for serenity? Now you want some kind of peace, but ha ha ha I'm keeping enemies.