No reason for the way we're feeling.
I wish it stopped so I can stop saying I'm fine.
The wounds on my body never bleed.
Twenty one and I'm filled with hate for everything.
When you fall asleep, I can feel the weight of your thoughts on my chest.
You're selling yourself so short,
The devils at your door and he won't leave you alone.
I wish it stopped so I can stop saying I'm fine.
The wounds on my body never bleed.
Twenty one and I'm filled with hate for everything.
When you fall asleep, I can feel the weight of your thoughts on my chest.
You're selling yourself so short,
The devils at your door and he won't leave you alone.