How can you find your inspiration when you already know your fate just keeping asking questions about the choices that you make here i go again, try my hand at self bettering (no matter how much this hurts i can't stop now) i've lost control i've lost my faith i think
I'm lost it all (it's cold outside, it's time to run and hide) i hope for summer and it comes but always dies (no matter how much this hurts i can't stop now) i can't stop now -i roll out of these sheets today and notice that my problems
I left are still in my way it's hit or miss, one more scratched of the list should i be put in my place --it's cold, these dreams, i cut, to set free your movie life is just a dream, that you live without me i'm sick of waking up here
I go again, try my hand at self bettering the choices get harder to erase when they hang like paintings inside your head