Pretty pretty, she looks so needy.
She’s calm in the face, but she’s never forgetting every other time I’ve been
Angry, raging, clenched up hands.
But I know better than to mix you in my raging cycle in this unstable mind.

I don’t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don’t want to let you down.
I’m all that’s in our way.

Pretty pretty, she’s slowing fading.
I’ve drained her empty and left her missing how I was when I was sane.
I’m drowning in what I became.
Stretched so thin that I am slowly tearing.
I’m left unfulfilled and deteriorating.

I don’t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don’t want to let you down.
I’m all that’s in our way.

Waiting, hoping, praying for a settle to this dizzy mind.
Feeling that my sanity will be coupled with my demise.

I don’t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don’t want to let you down.
I’m all that’s in our way.