Teksty: Witch Hunt. ...As Priorities Decay. By A Thread.

Staring- through halfway open eyes
Fantasies- of my own demise
Always- on the outskirts of my mind
Never knowing why

Pushing you away 'cause away is all I know
and the pleasure is outweighed by the pain
And no matter how much we grow
I'm always struggling to change

And everyday- it's like a game
Will I make it through?
I've been down to the bottom
Bashed my head o the top
I've seen it's effect on you
Everyday- it's like a game
Will I make it through?
I'm waiting for the sun
Basking in the storm
Will I make it through?

Constantly- hanging by a thread
Wanting- nothing more than dead
Have you ever felt this way?

Push you away 'cause the wall, it keeps me safe
from a world that stigmatizes me
and constantly slaps me in the face
Have you ever felt this way?
Everyday is like a game
Will I make it through?
A daily pill to balance me out
Is that not punk enough for you?
Everyday is the same
Trying to resist despair
To those of you who feel the same
Please know I'm here
and that I care

You are not alone. [x2]

Everyday- is like a game
Will I make it through?
I'm waiting for the sun
Basking in the storm
Will I make it through?

Everyday- is the same
Trying to resist despair
To those of you who feel the same
Please know I'm here
and that I care