I love my haters and the cynics
Cuz they don't know they don't own me
Why am I my toughest critic
I take it all so seriously
And it's been two weeks
Since I had any appetite
Not to mention sleep
Laying wide awake when I close my eyes
I've been spiraling downwards and I keep losing my power and sanity
And It's been two weeks
I get, sick of running
Sick of me
Sick of running from my self and me
Sick of running, constantly
Sick of running from familiar enemy
Always choose the darkest places
I know every corner every border
Never give my self the credit
When I deserve, I deserve it
And it's been two weeks
Since i've had any appetite
Not to mention sleep
Laying wide awake when I close my eyes
I've been spiraling downwards and I keep losing my power and sanity
And It's been two weeks
I get, sick of running
Sick of me
Sick of running from my self and me
Sick of running, constantly
Sick of running from familiar enemy
I'm telling my self stories
But I don't know where they come from,
Every time he sneaking up on me
