Alcohol And Alter Boys - Bayside

There’s a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you

But I hate myself instead

There’s a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me

I guess it’s wrong to live life so lifelessly

Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees

I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet

And now I’m feeling so down, that there’s no God above

And no mercy for a soul that’s just way too fucked up

There’s a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat

Now there’s nothing left of me

But empty bottles of pills and Bacardi

Yes, I guess it’s wrong to live right

Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees

I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet

And now I’m feeling so down, that there’s no God above

No mercy for a soul

Leave me here to die

Leave me here to die

Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees

I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet

And now I’m feeling so down, that there’s no God above

No mercy for a soul that’s just way too fucked up