That's all I've ever done my whole fucking life
Turn away, sink my head, try to run and hide
Not again
Complacently running in between the only two points of view growing in my brain
Any and all visions of hope have been crushed by my will to stay empty
It never gets better
Continuing the pattern of isolation
(pattern of isolation)
Look at what I've BECOME
Just like you, the only thing that I swore I would never be
Feeling sorry for myself at the bottom of the well
The only promise that meant anything was the lonely one I could never keep