It’s four A.M. again Father, forgive me this sin Uncomfortable in this life, yeah I can’t put down this knife, yeah
I’m carving words in my arms, baby Hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe I need the touch of a hand This isn’t what I had planned
Chorus I need relief from this life I wanna slip away into the night Don’t wanna see the sun again But can’t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind I wish the ocean was warm I feel like drowning
I’m losing my faith in me I can’t remember the last time I felt free From voices inside my head When I taste liberation, they just feed me fear instead
You say I’m out of control At least I still have a soul No, I don’t need your advice Some compassion would be nice
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Bridge: I can’t take any more of your pills They hold my head up But still it feels so wrong I can’t believe the price that I’ve paid For this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal, take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day
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