This is cancer, right? Whe you walk into those
empty rooms and hope someone follows you in just
to take notes. You can only check in so many times
with an artificial smile. And you want to believe
that you're here for yourself, but you know better
than that. You want to believe that the 40 hours
isn't killing you day by day, that the home you
live in is your own, though you can't even paint
the walls. I can hear you breathing and I know you
hope it stops. I should have known since I was
five and I watched those leaves hit the ground,
and it was one of the only times I ever felt
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/rHlalive. Now it's twenty years gone by. Two decades
of descent. Still waiting fore someone, something
to prove me wrong. And I'd like to call you up,
and tell you things that would make me look better
than I'll ever fucking be, but it's a waste of my
time and yours. So lets see those eyes well up.
Sons and daughters, this place needs a black flag
just to break even. They're searching for all the
wrong answers in a ribcage. Don't bother looking
.. you won't fucking find me. You can't kill
someone who's as good as dead. Check your fucking
backbone.