It's chapter three
I'm hoping for a short story
I've denied every self-help
Every pill I've washed down with a sorrowful taste
But no, maybe tomorrow
I'll wake up without my self-hate
Feeling low, until then though
I'll just sleep through the day
Wishing my life away
There's just memories left
And I find myself growing old
The sun goes down
And the night gets cold
Year by year growing old
I built this broken home
Brick by brick
I make myself sick
I'm searching for meaning
It's your name I'm screaming
Mercy me
This is not what I wanted to be
Well, I finally broke down
I say inside barely breathing for days
So no, maybe tomorrow
I'll wake up without my self-hate
Feeling low, all I know is
This is not what I wanted
There's just memories left
And I find myself growing old
The sun goes down
And the night gets cold
Year by year growing old
I built this broken home
Brick by brick
I make myself sick
I'm searching for meaning
It's your name I'm screaming
It's your name I'm screaming
They say, when you're broken
You will always be broken that way
They say, I'll be okay
But I'm not feeling anything
They say, that they know best
That its best to forget
There's just memories left
I find myself growing old
The sun goes down
And the night gets cold
Year by year growing old
I built this broken home
Brick by brick
I make myself sick
I'm searching for meaning
It's your name I'm screaming