i guess i have to do this on my own now
where did it all go wrong?
i don't remember who the past me was
that version of me died last year
i never had many steps in the right direction
i'm always one to hold myself back
but there's one thing i really know
and that is i can't keep making this bed
i don't want to keep making the bed
only to just strip it down and start all over again
what's the point of pretending to be happy?
where does that get me?
i don't want to keep making this bed
if i'm just wishing to be dead
so, what am i living for? can someone please explain it to me?
i don't know which door i should open
i've lost my mind down penny lane before
right out that opalite door
i never had many steps in the right direction
i'm always one to hold myself back
but there's one thing i really know
and that is i can't keep making this bed
i don't want to keep making the bed
only to just strip it down and start all over again
what's the point of pretending to be happy?
where does that get me?
i don't want to keep making this bed
if i'm just wishing to be dead
i’m wandering, like the wanderer i am
i can only hope i make it farther
down this uneven road
i'm so alone
i never had many steps in the right direction
i'm always one to hold myself back
but there's one thing i really know
and that is i can't keep making this bed
i don't want to keep making the bed
only to just strip it down and start all over again
what's the point of pretending to be happy?
where does that get me?
i don't want to keep making this bed
if i'm just wishing to be dead