Memories

It's chapter three I'm hoping for a short story I've denied every self-help Every pill I've washed down with a sorrowful taste But no, maybe tomorrow I'll wake up without my self-hate Feeling low, until then though I'll just sleep through the day Wishing my life away There's just memories left And I find myself growing old The sun goes down And the night gets cold Year by year growing old I built this broken home Brick by brick I make myself sick I'm searching for meaning It's your name I'm screaming Mercy me This is not what I wanted to be Well, I finally broke down I say inside barely breathing for days So no, maybe tomorrow I'll wake up without my self-hate Feeling low, all I know is This is not what I wanted There's just memories left And I find myself growing old The sun goes down And the night gets cold Year by year growing old I built this broken home Brick by brick I make myself sick I'm searching for meaning It's your name I'm screaming It's your name I'm screaming They say, when you're broken You will always be broken that way They say, I'll be okay But I'm not feeling anything They say, that they know best That its best to forget There's just memories left I find myself growing old The sun goes down And the night gets cold Year by year growing old I built this broken home Brick by brick I make myself sick I'm searching for meaning It's your name I'm screaming