About Me

I wrote, I wrote until the fucking ink bled

I wrote, I wrote until the fucking ink bled

I'm trying to understand

(What is the measure of a man)

That carries nothing but regret

Everything is haunting me

So bury me beneath

Beneath the roots and the trees

Leave my body somewhere no one will find me

I feel like a ghost

A drifting weary soul

I’m digging my own grave

I've dug a hollow home

It always comes in waves

All the regrets of things I should've changed

So let the choir sing a symphony about me

I've let myself fall to a place down so far below

So far below

They always say that it can't rain all of the time

But I'm starting to find

That it was all a lie

I feel like a ghost

A drifting weary soul

I’m digging my own grave

I've dug a hollow home

It always comes in waves

All the regrets of things I should've changed

So let the choir sing a symphony about me

I'm so sick of feeling this weak

Just let me sleep

I'll always be

Looking over my shoulder

Its like karma is just around the corner

I feel like a ghost

A drifting weary soul

I’m digging my own grave

I've dug a hollow home

It always comes in waves

All the regrets of things I should've changed

So let the choir sing a symphony about me