I hate myself more than I ever let on
I’m burned out at 22
I lived too fast and I loved too much and I’ll die too young, but I chose this cup that I drank from
Knew what I was getting into. But I couldn’t let out what I had to keep in
I’m ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins that I’ve committed and…
I’ve made mistakes but I’ll find my way. No explanation for the things I’ve failed at before
They can’t hold my hand
It just hurts to be a man
Through the tortures of the damned. If I only had an axe I’d sever the ties I’ve made with the world
Maybe I can be a stranger in a strange place If I start now, maybe I can be saved
If I only had a mask, I’d cover these bleeding eyes
They’re bloodshot now but they’ll be black by dawn
If I wake up now I can be pure again
Look at me now, I’m on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town
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