I am so sick of feeling hurt,
I punish myself in different ways.
I'm throwing up 'cuz I believe,
The things that I feel will disappear.

My friend he told me once you see:
"Don't end up in a shallow grave".
I heard every second word he said,
'Cuz I've got no memories to save.

I know that I might be insane...

You cannot force me with your words disguised as trust.
You cannot wake the dead with promises of dust.
You try so hard to find the things worth living for.
You only found the definitions to a whore.

My shoulders are painted red with blood,
From listening to all the shit you've said.
I smash my head against the wall,
To silence the voices in my head.

I know that I might be insane...

You cannot force me with your words disguised as trust.
You cannot wake the dead with promises of dust.
You try so hard to find the things worth living for.
You only found the definitions to a whore!