now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
possessed by destruction
can't resist and don't want to
the less I do the more it makes no sense
thin blood I'm bleeding my pulse won't stop racing
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I'm walking pollution who's drained by delusions
just as my heart explodes
down here where the rest of us fell
I just don't feel the same
no chance that I could win
while I'm in this perfect hell
believe it I know it's true
obsession has begun
and no one can help me
perfect hell
I need this to be myself
sometimes I can't hold on
or it's just in my head
on the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction
too hard to not give in
waste away with nothing left to show
Sum 41 - Angels With Dirty Faces
cause I'm the one to blame
I need this to get me through
how did I get so low
it feels like I need some help
it's more to me than you ever will know
believe me no one knows
I can't beat and don't want to try
it's too late to save myself