i look to the empty cracked sky
my stomack is a storm
and my neck an acking lock
i don't care i fall i fall
i can't sleep
my bed is a dead river
with thorns made of tears
forget forgive unforgiven
matchbox became burning oceans
so what's left for me?
all the blame all the guilt
all that could have been
i'm no good
i'm exhausted
i'm no good
i'm defect
i'm no fun
i'd rather be dead