I cant run. Well so I hide. Escape the guilt inside. Ive hit bottom and Im digging. Cant find the other side. Ive lost hope. I have no more pride. I dont love myself. I cant deny what they say that Ive become, silent, callous, and numb. Ive lost my fire and Im cold inside. I wanna get high. I NEED to get high. Try to escape this melancholy life. Here I am, Im feeling lost. This life is so empty. Im a hollow shell. Complete devoid of life. I cant hide behind these cold dark eyes; tell a story of pain. No one wants to hear. Ive told lies. Ive told too many lies its caught up to me. Ive lost my fire and Im cold inside. I wanna get high. I NEED to get high. Try to escape this melancholy life. As it tears into my skin, drowns me pulls me back again. It helps me create this love I hate. The more I need it, the more I hate it. The more I hate it, the more I need it. Ive lost my fire and Im cold inside. I wanna get high. I NEED to get high. Try to escape this melancholy life. As it tears into my skin, drowns me pulls me back again. As it tears into my skin drowns me, pulls me back again. As it tears into my skin, drown me pull me back again. The more I need it, the more I hate it. The more I hate it, the more I need it!