I walk around, when no one's in sight
I lie around, to hide from the light
All down the streets, no memories...
All up and down, and it never sleeps...
No hope for tomorrow
What is left to think?
What is left to say?
With every single step I take
And every single move I make
All of the skeletons in my closet
Form into a mass grave
With every single choice I make
And every single chance I take
Everything is unpredictable
With a careful plan that never works
It might get better, but I'll get worse...