I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\’m making my own sacrifice

Verse One:
I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\’m making my own sacrifice
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
Maybe its too little to late
the constants aren’t so constant anymore

Chorus:
Lonlyness
and so are you.

That it’s over

Verse Two:
I DID NOT STAND MY GROUND
could anotehr point of view, baised and untrue, tear me away from you?

Spare me just three last words.

Chorus
Lonlyness
Your friends are boring me to death

glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair