Hold it in
In my head
My hands full of red
I hate what iv become
Everytime I try to run
Drown the sorrow down the sea
I can't stand my enemies
I fight my own past
I'm never going back
I fight my own past
I try to run away
But life just seem the same
No it's not a game
Don't even try to play
I'm sick of all the pain
I'm sick of all the lies
Dont you criticize
Perfect notice
I wait
Notice
Perfect open
I wait
Open
I hate all this
I hate all pain
Perfect notice
Perfect notice
Don't like thе pain no
Don't like the same
I hatе the ways
I hate the ways
I try to fight
All of the pain
Don't you see
Don't you see