They Say Your Eyes Are the Windows Into Your Soul (Are you even looking?)

poetry/lyrics

Sitting alone inside my head at night,

Drinking just to forget the s**t I said the night before

And I could've sworn I told you I was a mess before the storm

But what does it really mean? Do you really feel me?

Or is it some sort of game, you're chasing the end,

Trying to win,

Trying to score

And you had it in your mind that I was some sort of hero before

But now you see the demons in me

And I don't want your sympathy,

I am not someone who should be envied,

My life is a mess already and I got this whole life ahead of me

But...

You can't comprehend the words that come from my mouth

You think the words I say are just said because I am in a stupor,

But I told you that if you left me behind, you'd finally realize 

I don't want your sympathy,

I am not someone who should be envied

My life is a mess already and I got this whole life ahead of me

And I am stuck going nowhere