| Got this feeling that everything comes to an end
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| I can feel it running again and again
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| Still I try to make it work
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| But I’m just caught up with my face beneath the dirt
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| But I ain’t mad, nah
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| I’m a be happy when I get to leave this earth
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| He sits patiently, waiting for his moment of complacency
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| He don’t know the feeling, he tucks himself gracefully
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| Beneath the sheets, beneath the sheets,
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| He don’t speak for weeks
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| Feeling right at home with some re-runs and a can of bleach
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| How my always feelin so alone
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| Is what he always preached
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| Told himself 'there's no one in the world who feels the same as me'
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| Kept his head up
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| Told himself he wouldn’t let up
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| But it’s feelin like a set up
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| Every day he’s got to get up
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| And embrace the day
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| Let me space away
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| Wanna space today
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| Know you know the stories
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| I’m just talking bout the case today
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| He never showed
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| He just wants someone to know,
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| Now it’s too late, he’s cold,
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| He just wants to feel alone,
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| Like,
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| Nobody could know
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| How he feels and who he is
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| He’s trapped
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| And these kids always make him feel like shit
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| Never thought he’d see a brighter day
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| Now he’s gone,
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| Guess it’s best for him to run away,
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| And sing a song like
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| Got this feeling that everything comes to an end
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| I can feel it running again and again
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| Still I try to make it work
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| But I’m just caught up with my face beneath the dirt
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| But I ain’t mad, no
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| I’m a be happy when I get to leave this earth
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| She’s 16, doesn’t know what she would do,
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| No one loves her, it sucks, but she know it isn’t true
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| She could feel that way no matter if the sky is always blue
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| Grey clouds lookin down on the moment and a few
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| Rusty razor blades pinch,
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| She can feel them commin through
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| She can’t feel any emotion, only feels when it breaks through
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| Damn,
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| She wishes she could see the light,
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| But never got the chance,
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| So she creeped into the night
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| She would stay up contemplating if her life was worth the pain of a knife
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| In a world full of wrongs, tell me who’s really right?
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| Never sleep,
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| Cus she’s scared when she closes her eyes
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| That she might wake up in the morning in a puddle of cries
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| Dried her eyes, told her mother bye
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| One last time
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| Snuck some pills out of the bathroom and waited to fly
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| Don’t get a second chance,
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| Lonely, she settled her plans
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| Said goodbye to all her friends as she clenches her hands
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| It’s like, damn
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| Got this feeling that everything comes to an end
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| I can feel it running again and again
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| Still I try to make it work
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| But I’m just caught up with my face beneath the dirt
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| But I ain’t mad, no
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| I’m a be happy when I get to leave this earth
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| Every now and then you’re faced with a scheme
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| These little things that get you down for then,
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| Shatter your dreams
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| It’s like,
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| Two little kids on a latter it seems,
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| Could slip and fall
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| You see them call louder and scream
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| And with every scream you could see them getting closer to God,
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| Closer to all the emotions that evoke in your heart
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| You sit and stare, never care about the things that we do
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| Never feel any emotion cause we can’t see you
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| Got this feeling that everything comes to an end
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| I can feel it running again and again
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| Still I try to make it work
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| But I’m just caught up with my face beneath the dirt
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| But I ain’t mad, no
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| I’m a be happy when I get to leave this earth |