INSOMNIA

Wake up, put on my shoes for nothin'
Hold on to hope and all for nothin'
Got an eatin' disorder, gettin' my feelings in order
Everyday I'm thinkin' bout how I wanna die
How I wanna take ten shots and swallow cyanide
I'm on road everyday
I been searchin' for a way
That I could let it go
Take my heart, rip out my soul
Disgusted, I abuse myself
Need to get better, need to turn around

Distant friends with my eyelids
We rarely see eachother
Seems like everytime we meet
Our plans consist of empy nothingness or living in the gutter
Distant friends with my eyelids
We rarely see eachother
Seems like everytime we meet
Our plans consist of empy nothingness or living in the gutter

Wake up, I'm in my head again
Everything's so blurry I can't tell you where I've been
Last time I bleed 'fore the blade goes too deep
Everything I do and still noone sees
My hands disgust me
Only tolerate my appearance
Used to be scared of silence
But now I revel in it
There's an emptiness
Gnawing at my spirit
Every attempt to kick it
Just seems futile
Giving up in the midst of it
Giving up in the midst of it

Distant friends with my eyelids
We rarely see eachother
Seems like everytime we meet
Our plans consist of empy nothingness or living in the gutter
Distant friends with my eyelids
We rarely see eachother
Seems like everytime we meet
Our plans consist of empy nothingness or living in the gutter