Forgetting what this meant to me,
I've lost touch with everything.
I've been beating myself up just to find true meaning.
I guess I'm not so fucking lucky.
I guess I'm not so lucky.
This deadweight on my back is crushing me.
I'm aching,
I'm breaking,
My legs, they won't stop shaking.
I'll never escape this hell.
I'm rotting from the inside and this time I need your help.
But where were you?
Where are you now?
I need your help.
Help me turn back around,
pick up the slack that I left far beneath the ground.
You'll say that this is all for the best.
I'm still screaming in my head, "I guess it'll all be okay."
So I guess it'll be okay.
And still, slowly but surely losin' my goddamn mind.
Where do I go from here?
I've left every little thing behind, all for nothing.
Was it all for nothing?
I try to reach, I try to reach for something, for anything to give me peace.
Only for me to accept defeat.
There's not much more that i can take.
Give me peace,
there's not much more that i can take.
Just give me peace.
I know it'll all be okay.