I have this voice ringing in my head
telling me i'd be better off dead
I tore myself to a pile of shreds
looking for a part that wasn't broke yet.
this empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left
the past hold around my neck it's choking me to death.
Don't waste your time on me
I am beyond repair.
I am sick but it feels fine to me,
and if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare.
I live cast aside in the crushing wake
of a wrecking ball of fate.
haunted by the times when I'm wide awake
in a nightmare I cannot shake
this empty hole inside my chest
is all that I have left.
the past I hold around my neck
is choking me to death.
Don't waste your time on me
I am beyond repair.
I am sick but it feels fine to me,
and if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare.
Don't waste your time on me
I am beyond repair.
I am sick but it feels fine to me,
and if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare.
I am beyond repair.
I am sick but it feels fine to me,
and if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare.
