 I just want to feel alive.
And love myself from the in and the outside.
Cause every time that I start to feel whole,
I knock myself on the ground because it's all that I've known
Just like the streets burn a hole through your shoe.
My soul has been worn out too,
I'm 25 and I still don't fit in
Directionless, like a blind man painting
Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this.
The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.
What's the point of falling in love?
If I don't love myself.
What's the point of being alive if all I want is out.
So I thought that it only feels right
To make the seizures they danger my mind.
Lay late at night on the black and blue moons.
I question in the reasons that I self-abuse.
I'm so pathetic.
It makes me sick.
I'm a fingerless pianist.
I see reflections.
I clench my fists.
I'm a violin without the strings.
Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this.
The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.
What's the point of falling in love?
If I don't love myself.
What's the point of being alive if all I want is out.
There is no love.
There's only this:
Just lust and lies, and selfishness.
A black hole where the sun once was.
I'm never falling back in love.
'Cause it has never been enough.
This is that pity of playing once with love.
Now that I've become a man, the feeling's grown.
The therapy and through the pills, I can't let go.
But what about the fuckin' fact:
I'm still alone.
What do you do when you got nothing left?
Give up! Give up! And hope for the best!
I throw it in the ocean.
I, and have to sit.
Waiting on a nameless rescue ship.
What do you do when you got nothing left?
Give up! Give up! And hope for the best!
I throw it in the ocean.
I, and have to sit.
Waiting on a nameless rescue ship.
Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this.
The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.
What's the point of falling in love?
If I don't love myself.
What's the point of being alive if all I want is out
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