I've been burning both wicks at the end Trying to fit in
Playing my cards, playing
Just pretend
Did I fall for you?
I'm dead again
Why do I fall for the things that means an end?
I'm losing composure
Don't know who I am
Is this what I'm made for?
A muse at it's end?
What a wonderful life, I've
Grown bitter of mine
Don't tell me it's over
I'm still in this
Lie, lie again
I'm living in my
Lie, lie again
Take my tones and twist my words into an knot
I'll play the part and sing my soul until it rots
Was it all just meant for nothing?
All these words I bled and spoken
Am I'm just a vessel broken
And worn out?
I'm losing composure
Don't know who I am
Is this what I'm made for?
A muse at it's end?
What a wonderful life, I'vе
Grown bitter of mine
Don't tell mе it's over
I'm still in this
Lie, lie again
I'm living in my
Lie, lie again
I'm living in my
Lie, lie again
Still living in my
Lie, lie again, again, again, again
(Oh, I'm going under)
(Don't need me a savior)
(I'm building a pipe dream)
(With blood sweat and white sheets)
(Is this what I'm made for?
(A pitiful muse torn?)
(Another sad metaphor, oh, what a shame)
(I'm not your muse)
