I don't know where to begin, I think I'm (Moments away) From everything crumbling all around me, so (Show me the way) Out of the deep end, now my back is (Bowing in pain) I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin' (Oh no, the shame) Where will I end up? (Uh, uh, uh)
If I don't wake up tomorrow I let the pain do me in
Wake him in the middle of the night, I feel I'm all alone And, oh, where did he go? Where did he go? (Sometimes, I think I'll never know) Speaking all pain and all the things that made us hate him "What an ego" (I guess I'm better off than I know)
You're afraid now, 'fraid now, 'fraid now, 'fraid now, 'fraid now (Not get it, not-not get it, not-not get it, not-not get it)
I don't know where to begin, I think I'm (Moments away) From everything crumbling all around me, so (Show me the way) Out of the deep end, now my back is (Bowing in pain) I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin' (Oh no, the shame) Where will I end up?
Don't let the pain do you in)
Compositor: Eric Whitney (Ghostemane) ECAD: Obra #30952201