Rotten Inside

I feel like lashing out again

So sick of it, the way that my brain's throwing fits

When I try to pinpoint it (When I try to get a grip)

I don't end up with shit

I feel like crawling back in bed

Turn off the lights, something is rotten inside

When I try to pinpoint it (When I try to get a grip)

I don't end up with shit

Rotten inside

Rotten inside

Nowhere to hide

When I try to pinpoint it (When I try to get a grip)

I don't end up with shit

When I try to pinpoint it (When I try to get a grip)

I don't end up with shit