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Hell of My Own Making
I bite my tongue yet again, blood passing through my lips
I don't really understand anymore, how we've turned out like this.
It never used to be this way, we'd fit a smile and laugh every now and than
Now, I can't even control the anger that boils in me from the pain within.
I wish I could just dissapear, leave everything behind for a little while
It's been such a fucking long time since I've really, truely smiled.
Sobrority in my wake, temptation is so hard to really resist right now
I'm trying for you though, even though deep down I'm not so sure how.
My emotions are out of control, I find it hard to breathe sometimes
Maybe if I just shut myself out for now, I won't hear any questions tonight.
Am I okay? How're you getting by? Honestly, no, I'm not alright;
I'm drowning in a hell of my own making, and I'm not coming up for air this time.
