Sometimes the walls
Don’t feel that far away
Like the space I fill
Like the time I kill
It’s all in vain
And I’m just an incidental
You make me think
Maybe its me
You make me think
I’m the problem
Sometimes the walls
They make it hard to breathe
Like the smoke I seek
Like the tears I leak
And I’m something sentimental
You make me think
Maybe its me
You make me think
I’m the problem
And I got nothing left
But a grudge against god
And a pill inside my chest
And in the end
I got nothing left
In the end
I got nothing left
