Texty: Spineshank. Perfect Ending.

Well I feel that all this becomes
This waste that we call life
And it's real yet I hate
All the things that I've become

Why the smiles become a waste of time
I get this empty feeling that's only becoming my friend
This is gone, I'm home, as only you can see
I want to know why is this happening to me

Still you try but at times like this
I can't believe your lies
And I feel
That the same is happening to you so

Why the smiles become a waste of time again
I get this empty feeling that's only becoming my friend
This is gone, I'm home, as only you can see
I want to know why is this happening to me

All myself and it's still becoming
All myself and it's still becoming
All myself and it's still becoming
All myself and it's still becoming

I fall asleep inside my head
Because frustrations all that's left
I can't afford to work this out
Because frustrations all I

Still we try but at times like this
They won't believe our lies
And we know
Why all of this is happening

Why the smiles become a waste of time
I get this empty feeling that's only becoming my friend
This is gone, I'm home, as only you can see
I want to know why is this happening to me

All myself and it's still becoming
All myself and it's still becoming
All myself and it's still becoming
All myself and it's still becoming