Something Low from This Way Comes

Things couldn't get any worse in my heard, I have no control over anything in my life. There is no satisfaction in admitting anything at all. Fuck. I get all my inspiration from the worst of places. From cynics, to cheats and thieves, I'm growing into something I never want to meet, Confining myself into my insecurities, Confiding myself with my in-secure self. Heroes learn to die young. I get all my inspiration from the worst of places. Don't ask what's wrong with me, Awkward silence is easy to believe, I've already marked the pages I never want to read.