Writing letters that i’m sending off without an address
Can’t find another way to get it offa my chest
I got everybody and nobody at the same time
Keep sayin that I’m trying my best
And it’s a terrible lie
I’m convinced to believe
In a terrible life that I’m itching to leave
It’s too much on the line for me to stop now
But it only gets worst from here
Oh, tragedy
I’m glad to see my problems all paying off
But I would rather end it happily than have to play it off forever
In a quiet place
I’ll dig my grave and listen to my own songs
I’ll look up to everybody as the devil sings along