How I spend my time pondering
When all that I want is to have nice things
And put them in my home
Where I live alone
And get to sleep
What's the point of doing anything?
It's not like I remember all of my dreams
Or what the future holds
Or so what I've been told
Happens to me
And so I let the poison drip off of my lips
Well your feelings failed to mention that they might end up
Feeling like this
Feeling like this
Feeling like this
Feeling like this
Now I'm turning to the dark side
Reached for the fork but I grabbed the knife
I wouldn't hurt a fly
Just watch me bat my eyes
What do you think?
When and where will my trip begin?
I feel like the beginning has reached the end
The waving of a hand
Is something I can stand
To ever see
And so I let the poison drip off of my lips
Well your feelings failed to mention that they might end up
Feeling like this
Feeling like this
Feeling like this
Feeling like this