Looking for something that is real
I can't remember how to fell
The moments pass before my eyes
Make it hard to say goodbye
Staring straight into the Sun
Life pouring from my hands like dust
Empty heart and jet black lungs
What have I become?
Am I dead or am I alive?
I don't feel at all
Like I did when I was young
I'm feeling dead inside
But I'm too afraid to die
And I despise, the world I see through blood shot eyes
I look up to the sky and fall asleep
To gunshot lullabies (lullabies)
And though it seems I've sealed my fate
My life's a canvas
I will paint an image of myself
I hate, but can anyone relate
In the midst of my life and death
Living under this regret
If I give up will I find rest?
Cause I haven't found it yet
Am I dead or am I alive?
I don't feel at all
Like I did when I was young
I'm feeling dead inside
But I'm too afraid to die
And I despise, the world I see through blood shot eyes
I look up to the sky and fall asleep
To gunshot lullabies (lullabies)
I'd like to speak of love and all it's glory
Instead I write it out in sadder stories
I try to fill the void with anything at all
But I can't
I don't feel at all
Like I did when I was young
I'm feeling dead inside
I don't feel at all
Like I did when I was young
I'm feeling dead inside
But I'm too afraid to die
And I despise, the world I see through blood shot eyes
I look up to the sky and fall asleep
To gunshot lullabies (lullabies)
To gunshot lullabies (lullabies)
