Disconnected, disregarded
Cyclical moments that never end
Trapped in motion beyond control
Just a result of getting old
Pull away but want it back
Lie awake and miss the act
Can't get out of the mold
It's just a result of getting old
Habit forming, winter warning
Never ever looking forward
Never what you're looking for
It's just a result of getting old
Party time, excellent!
Never knowing what it meant
Never what you're looking for
Another beer you gotta pour
And I've hit my snapping point
It crushes from within
No point in going on
No point in being wrong
Torn like the end of a thread
You can put a bullet in my head
Haunting thoughts of being dead
Forever seeing red
Anti-social introvert
Scared of people, brain don't work
Nervous breakdown, anxiety
Don't fit in with society
Awake at night, fight or flight
Can't relax, no end in sight
Counting down to 6am
All I want is to fucking dream
And I've hit my snapping point
It crushes from within
No point in going on
No point in being wrong
Torn like the end of a thread
You can put a bullet in my head
Haunting thoughts of being dead
Forever seeing red