Hell

I don't know what to do with my hands when I sing But now the question's moot and I can't help but think Now that everyone's sick, it's kinda weird to claim That everything is fine, you're living in denial Deny your demons, they'll end up coming back for you We live in hell so when we die, it's with nothing to lose But when we're gone, I truly hope the memories make you smile We spend our lives trying to please and end up disappointing you I don't know what to do, it's pretty clear I should Do something for someone, do everything I can I feel so full of shame when I'm just standing still Wasting all these days, lost in apathy My own worst enemy is the person that I could be We live in hell so when we die, it's with nothing to lose But when we're gone, I truly hope the memories will make you smile We spend our lives trying to please and end up disappointing you