Drink down in the basement, dont forget to close the door.
Following your eyes, till im staring at the floor.
Reaching out for you to take my hand but it can't feel, the mess I made inside of you I pretend that Im not real.

Standing like a ghost right outside the door.
wondering if this little heart, and mind could take much more.
This agony, and uselessness gets really hard to bare.
I don't want to tell anyone, because nobody will care..

You say you don't know what you want, and I know who I want to be.
You say you don't know what to do, or you barley speak to me.
It's getting harder to move on, and it's getting hard to see..
Because the only path I have to walk, is the one you made for me.