There's a stranger in my head who wants a hand in my death
There's this weight on my chest stealing away my breath
There's a mask on my face that only our 'love' could replace
These hands around my neck are teaching me about regret
Your silence speaks volumes, so there's no need, to line up with your grievances
Actions mean nothing, regrets powerless, cause we still can't escape our past
I want to know what it's like to feel so secure, about the promises we make, and those we break
We always swore we'd be better then this
Choose your poison
The thoughts we had, fuck good intentions, they painted us into this corner
Blank stares, lifeless minds, cutting words, the killing kind