Wingo Lamo

When I'm going into the bar,

I'm there trying to ignore

this terror in me, I can't set it free

I can't make any sense

unless it's in a song

and every time I try to feel

I only seem to wake up lifeless

where would it ever end

when we fall to our own demand

It takes up your life

and throws it like dice

each time we fail,

it never gets over looked

When you're thinking that the cards lay forward

it takes up your answers

with no second chances

Immobilized by the torment

it hits so hard, there's nothing more I can take

Needing each breath just to make it through

there's nothing more I'm expected to do

there's nothing worse than hating yourself

and parading around like you're somebody else

I wish that it would just all go to hell

Wanting some time just to be by myself