I filled my life with sickness, so I wouldnt feel so weak.
I filled my life with dirt, to make myself feel clean.
In the end, I turned up lonely, sad, and dead.
Because death of the heart might as damn well be dead.
I filled my life with dirt, to make myself feel clean.
In the end, I turned up lonely, sad, and dead.
Because death of the heart might as damn well be dead.