too many days i think of her
too many days i think of what she used to say
why does it have to be this way?
locked in my room
nowhere to go
painkillers and nodos are the diet of the soul
drift away into my own world
the stars look down upon me as i journey through this waste land
i came undone when i realized i'm not alone
the rocks start to speak and what do they say
man you got to get a grip on reality
where am i going?
nobody knows
how will i get there?
nobody knows
 
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