Besedila: Denver Harbor. Extended Play. Pop Manifesto.

Just another day of washing out the taste
Counting up the times you let me down
I'm walking through this hell and talking to myself
And every day just wondering if you're missing me around

And every open door leads me nowhere I've not been before
Standing on the edge of sanity reaching out for you
There's no hope for me

Suffering from truth and dying for abuse
Against my better judgment I regress
I'd give you one more chance without a second glance
This might be the end of me but I will take that test

You diagnose my misery while empathy just fills your eyes
Another reason I am so far gone
I'm stuck here in the in between swimming in your sea of lies
And I know this pain it will go on and on