sábado

Memories consume like opening the wound. i'm picking me apart again you all assume. I'm safe here in my room -unless I try to start again- I don't want to be the one the batles always choose 'cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused!
I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way I know it's not alright. So I'm breaking the habit tonight
clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door I try to catch my breath again I hurt much more than anytime before I had no options left again. I'll paint it on the walls 'cause I'm the one al fault I'll never fight again and this is how it ends. I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream, but now I have some clarity to show you what I mean I don't know how I got this way I'll never be alright so I'm breaking the habit, breaking the habit tonight.