This shaking is keeping me awake

My life is starting to turn out fake,

The stress is starting to make me hate

Shadows take the corner the lights take a break

Descending into darkness has turned into my fate

My eyes see spots of red; this brain has turned out dead


I’m getting sick of all these games

I’m getting sick of being blamed

Why is it you’re so perfect?

Why is it you are loved and have it all?


I guess you’re always right

You’re always making my head so light

But I guess you’re always right