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Take this all the way
Any way you want to
It's too late in the night to write out inspiring ideas;
It's too early in my life to find the right words to even express them.
I'm stuck on the floor, but I feel like I'm hanging so many miles above the world,
I'm afraid to fall, but also afraid of never coming down.
I need somebody to reach inside me and let those feelings out,
The one's I've kept hostage bottled up inside of me.
I'm running out of room for all this pain,
I either need to help myself or watch my own head explode.
Either way, I feel like I'm losing.
This place is a catastrophe,
You're standing in the middle of it,
With nothing but your empty hands,
Empty eyes,
Empty soul.
