I just want to feel alive.

And love myself from the in and the outside.

'Cause every time that I start to feel whole,

I knock myself on the ground because it's all that I've known



Just like the streets burn a hole through your shoe.

My soul has been worn out too,

I'm 25 and I still don't fit in

Directionless, like a blind man painting



Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this.

The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.

What's the point of falling in love?

If I don't love myself.

What's the point of being alive if all I want is out.



So I thought that it only feels right

To make the decisions that endanger my life.

Late late at night under black and blue moons.

I question in the reasons that I self-abuse.



I'm so pathetic.

It makes me sick.

I'm a fingerless pianist.

I see reflections.

I clench my fists.

I'm a violin without the strings.



Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this.

The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.

What's the point of falling in love?

If I don't love myself.

What's the point of being alive if all I want is out.



There is no love.

There's only this:

Just lust and lies, and selfishness.

A black hole where the sun once was.

I'm never falling back in love.

'Cause it has never been enough.



Ever since I've been a young boy I was alone

Now that I've become a man, the feeling's grown.

Through the therapy and through the pills, I can't let go.

But what about the fuckin fact:

I'm still alone.



What do you do when you got nothing left?

Give up! Give up! And hope for the best!

I fell into the ocean, I and I feel sick,

Waiting on a nameless rescue ship.



What do you do when you got nothing left?

Give up! Give up! And hope for the best!

I fell into the ocean, I and I feel sick,

Waiting on a nameless rescue ship.



Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this.

The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.

What's the point of falling in love?

If I don't love myself.

What's the point of being alive if all I want is out