Thinking through the consequences. I don't have much time
And I'm miserable, I'm not invisible
And my head is like a heavy casket going down the line
To an early grave. What I'm trying to say
Is what you don't want to hear
It's what no one wants to hear
And I've broken every bone in my body and left unspoken for
I can't understand all of the long-term plans
So cut and dry, so why the fuck can't I
Seem to catch a break this time?
Can I make it through the night?
And I thought about the emptiness I feel coursing through my veins
It runs red. My bloodshot eyes suggest that I've been trying to numb the pain
