It's been a month since Cynthia left me for good
She would rather die than be inside my arms
She took my pills, and went into another life
I tried to sleep that night, but I kept feeling a giant weight upon my chest, like something
Indeed would want me dead
There are times when I try to give in, but fate wouldn't quite listen
I keep picturing her face as I watch that light on her face leave without a single trace
I scream as I fell asleep, but nobody is around to listen to me
I'm out in the woods screaming without a single sign of any new life
I wake up in a pool of sweat, so I take more drugs instead
I try to find peace, but that indeed seems impossible for the eternity
I wanna forget this useless life I lead
But I just can't seem to find any kind of peace
My heart is shattered to a million pieces
I don't think anything will fix this unless I get clean
But not even that will erase all the shit I've seen