It's all quiet now, with the city just as dark as it can be
and not a word, from anybody in at least three weeks
I'm walking down the quarters of voices, sights of people
that follows me where ever I go
I guess I'm good for nothing
it's easy to get used to, it really doesn't bother me, no
It's like a fire
and you can feel it if you're one of my kind
It holds your potion
and if it's blended with my hatred fine
I couldn't look at anybodyI meet and yes I'm scared
I'm terrified somebody will know
but all that I can do is hide it to myself
knowing that one day it must flow
It's coming at me, it doesn't matter how i try
It's crazy, but it's eating me up from inside
I guess I'm lonely
with no intention be as good as you
I should comprehend
the way that I have turned to lose
and I'm pushing things a little too hard to feel at ease
and everything I try do
It's something that's not me, and something that's not real
I'm change from kind to cruel
it's coming at me, it's never gonna let me go
I need it - it gives attention to my soul,
and I'm sorry that I'm letting things just run by
it's crazy and it's eating me up from inside
it's eating me up from inside
it's eating me up from inside
