What am I doing, I feel very scared
Of this side of me 'cause I just did it again
And it looks a lot like a habit
Well I know I should stop it
I think that it's costin' too much
What kind of loneliness
What kind of an emptiness
And pain is driving me and my urges
To be with people that are so fucked right off their paths
And that I'm sharing in that kind of darkness
Open letter to myself
control, save your soul |
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So where the hell do I get off
Feelin' so very sorry for myself
That I would go out and do it again
When I got reels of silver screen images running crisp and clean
Replaying over and over again
What kind of loneliness
What kind of an emptiness
And pain is driving me and my urges
Shed a light, shed a tear
Or maybe you'll shed your skin
But don't forget not to do it again
Open letter to myself
Control, save your motherfuckin' soul |
