and it's so obvious
the way you hold your head
come to bed
and you're so calloused
you say you're always tired and that's not fair
and it's so difficult this situation here
this growing fear
but im so simple
i tell you that im scared and that's not fair
there's no space behind these ribs
for anybody else
there's no room inside my veins
to argue with myself
and it's fear of death vs. your apathy
he's so mean, you call him father
you say you're always hurt and that's not fair
and you're so easily deceased
your own mind can't fight your body
i tell you that im scared and that's not fair
there's no space behind these ribs
for anybody else
there's no room inside my veins
to argue with myself