Wrong With Me

I need a place for my head 'Cause the inside is rotting If I'm already dead Then drive a nail in the coffin Awake in my bed Always turning and tossing God, this is is exhausting Like a needle pressed into my skin I can feel something draining within And it's killing me slow As the blood starts to flow I can tell that it's running cold What else do I have left to lose? But my substance and self-abuse Why drag this on longer? What happens if I just refuse? I need a place for my head 'Cause the inside is rotting If I'm already dead Then drive a nail in the coffin Awake in my bed Always turning and tossing God, this is is exhausting What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with me? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Now, there's some things I don't want to admit 'Cause I'm a slave to all of my regret And I'm losing the race As the world keeps its pace And I'm still running in place What else do I have left to lose? But my substance and self-abuse Why drag this on longer? What happens if I just refuse? I need a place for my head 'Cause the inside is rotting If I'm already dead Then drive a nail in the coffin Awake in my bed Always turning and tossing God, this is is exhausting What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with me? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Like a needle pressed into my skin I can feel something draining within And it's killing me slow As the blood starts to flow I can tell that it's running cold What else do I have left to lose? (What else do I have left to lose?) But my substance and self-abuse (my substance, my self-abuse) Why drag this on longer? (Why drag it on?) What happens if I just refuse? (I'll never make it out alive?) I need a place for my head 'Cause the inside is rotting (the inside is rotting) If I'm already dead Then drive a nail in the coffin Awake in my bed Always turning and tossing (always turning and tossing) This is exhausting What the fuck is wrong with me? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (what else do I have left to lose?) What the fuck is wrong with me? Why drag it on? (Whoa) Why drag it on? (Whoa) I'll never make it out (whoa)