Eight weeks suffering
Take me an offering
And erase the former me
I'm calling on the night to see
The way the pressure flooding in my head ignites
Another misconception I have hidden all my life
And I cannot hear you calling down the line
I cannot see my fate unfolding I'm out of light
Time won't heal this pain
And I will face this life alone
Cold and wasted on a park bench throne
Why can't you hear me while I'm right here screaming
Feel my face sink as my instincts feed me lies
Then smother all that feeling with a bruise left on my (thigh)
I will not see you after it is morning
I cannot put it off the throne is calling
When I look at me I don't see myself
A mirror only reflects that I never had help
Time won't heal this pain
And I will face this life alone
Cold and wasted on a park bench throne
Panic altering
Angel set me free
And I will face this life alone
Cold and wasted down and on my own
Time won't heal this pain
And I will face this life alone
Cold and wasted on a park bench throne