The trouble with me is I keep believing in the wrong things
Who needs to believe anyway.
I have given all. I have seen what it brings.
I wish it all away. salvage what I can. I always ran.
Now Im gone in a rage, now Im gone in a rage.
The trouble with me is I put faith in everything.
Who needs hope anyway.
And now my tongue is stained with words I do not mean,
And theres nothing left to say.
My body lands in the coldest hands.
Now Im gone in a rage, and now Im gone in a rage.
Im gone now you see her now you dont.
Did you touch her, can you run, now shes gone in a rage,
The trouble with me is I keep believing there are better things.
Well there just has to be.
This play of the way. the caressable stings.
Its intangible to me.
Biting in your frozen skin. now Im gone in a rage.
The trouble with me is I keep believing in the wrong things.
