Presley Bastards Now What Is Left
I can't gain control of my own life. My sorrowful mind.
There is no map or guide to let me thru.
In no books nor stories, there's nothing for me. I
can't find a cure for this disease that's haunting me.
Feeling lost whit emptiness in my eyes. Pain and
pressure, feeling it all the time. I feel the pressure
to go way. I gotta get away.
Out of this fakenss surrounding me. Everything I see
tears a part off me.
I don't belive that i can face it again. And there's
nothing for me to do.
So why i still hold on this? why i still fell like a
misfit?
I don't wanna open my eyes. Not one more time.
There's nothing in this world I want to see.
I hear the boatman calling. Calling for me.
I'm leaving somewhere I always longed to be.
So burn one candle for me now. Please burn one more.
And whis I wont live for eternity. Throw a few coins
into whisfing well.
Please throw few more. I need to find a way out of this
trap I fell into.
I can't choose, I will lose. Like I've lost so many
times. And I know there's only
one way for me to go. Always believed I got a reason to
be here. Now what's left of me.
I only want to R.I.P.
