N.Y.E.

These thoughts, won’t leave
Keep on laughing
You don’t, mean it
It’s not hard, to lean in
You fucked up, it’s your fault
Now it’s left to
The darkness found you
Now you’re alone
And I can’t stand up
I think I’ve had enough
And go on, say it
Cause you can’t, erase this
You fucked up, it’s your fault
Now it’s left to
The darkness found you
Now you’re alone
I’m tired of running
Away from myself
I’m tired of running, of running, of running