I use to come home close the door to my room and ******* just to convince my mind I wasn't alone.
Yet I was so alone
I use to sing to the walls and they use to echo after me it was the closest thing to me they convince me I wasn't alone.
Yet when I stopped talking I was so alone.
Promises broke and I drunk to many
My friend commited suicide and I'm so empty confessions I'm so ***** my nails are ***** my past is with me and I'm really done with myself completely stuck in a war of am I straight or gay
Yes I did it and I can't point the blame
Coming home to silence I use to be in Love with this Madness. I'm finding out this madness is me