I'm just speaking from the deepest
cave in my heart
seeping it all out
leaving it empty and fending
for more thoughts to tear it apart
bleeding my feelings from the ink in the pen
or the lead in the pencil
onto this band-aid we call paper
draping you with my problems
but u cant call on no one to save her
Jesus, my savior
why did u let me leave
continuing the blinding life i lead
little mistakes add up, leaving me miserably in need
of something more than the loose feeling from the bubbly
bubbling up, leaving me light headed
cant feel a thing
but when i come back to this world
i start to think
it was a nice fix
yea, i liked it
for a few hours i was liked, shit
i need this
to make me feel right
but i cant do this
its not gonna help
damn why do i do this
fight with myself
don't know who's gonna win
god or my sin
but were gonna fight till the end
until its clear who i am
am i strong or am i weak?
i do it because god lets me
but its my fault, i let it get to me.
