it’s four a.m. again father, forgive me this sin uncomfortable in this life, yeah can’t put down this knife, yeah
I’m words in my arms, baby hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe I need the touch of a hand this isn’t what had planned
[Chorus] I need relief from this life I wanna slip away into the night don’t wanna see the sun but can’t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind I wish the ocean was warm feel like drowning
I’m losing my faith in me I can’t remember last time i felt free from voices inside my head when taste liberation, they just feed me fear instead
you say I’m out of control at least i still have a soul I don’t need your advice some compassion would be nice
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can’t take any more of your pills they hold my head up but still it feels so wrong can’t believe the price that I’ve paid for this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal, take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day