When anxiety's asking who's gonna answer. it's not gonna be a god or master. i'm trying to stand tall after ever fall because after all it's only gonna be just me. i'm starting to forget all the things i promised i'd remember. money, the devil, or god you sell your soul to - you'll never get it back. a shell of a human is easier to crack. so i'll suck the life out of these ciggerettes like this town sucked the life out of me.
I promise i remember the sinking feeling that led me here. and i swear i'm gonna run into these mountains and i'm never coming back. moving on is the only option i have left