What are these scars on my face that no bullshit can justify?
You said I should have solved the problem
I'm running out of time
Excuses are made to be used so don't blame me
Wake me up when I forgot my insecurity
And I know that one more pill will maybe kill the pain
And I know that the next day will be the same
Again
I'm trying to do my best to keep it up
But shadows of my past make me drift so much
Angry as you can see, it's hard to explain
How in my lonely rhythm I'm going insane
And I know that one more drink will maybe kill the pain
And I know that the next day will be the same
What's next?
The sound of smiles doesn't reach my desert, again
What about me?
I'm deeply sorry but I never ask for it
And I know that one more drink will maybe kill the pain
And I know that the next day will be the same
Again