Driven conversations, even can read Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream Taking medications, in the back of the room Driven conversations, he died in June.
the stab wounds in his hands See him dying in his room He's dying in his room He's dying his room Heading for me, heading this way He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind Giving conversations to friend of mine Giving medications, in a lighted Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his You killed him, I don't care Keep a promise, you would too Keep a promise, even you See the silence in his head He is coming, I don't care
not gonna make it, well I don't mind Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time Giving conversations, whom they don't know Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head See him coming their heels He loves you, give him a chance I don't love I don't care See him starving, give him hell It is over, we don't care