I dressed up as a ghost for the past four months and it’s getting hard to see
Just let me burn out in peace
It’s getting harder to breathe
I spent the winter in my sheets, these god-damned hand-me- downs don’t fit me anymore
For I am full of hell and hell is full of
Hell is full of me
Stuck in a haze
The thoughts in my mind
I wear on my face
The damage that’s been done;
I can see it in these creases
Where did it all go?
A faded glow
My youth has slowly dimmed
Staring back at someone I don’t know
Stuck in a haze
I’ve been dreaming every day
I can’t wake up
The progress I thought I made
Seeing things in a different light
Can't see the colour in anything
Most days and most nights
Words spill from my mouth without any meaning at all
Stuck in a haze
Ive been dreaming every day
I can't wake up
Let me sleep my days away
Why are my knees so fucking weak at 23?
Why does my heart still lack a beat?
Can I just sleep on through this feeling?
Wake me when, wake me when you need me
If you need me
I’ve lost friends to their demons
I see them every day
Where was God when they needed him
While asking for escape?
 
Did he take them when appropriate?
Or were they just as lost as me?
For I am full of hell
And hell is full of
Hell is full of me