It's all quiet now, with the city just as dark as it can be

and not a word, from anybody in at least three weeks

I'm walking down the quarters of voices, sights of people

that follows me where ever I go

I guess I'm good for nothing

it's easy to get used to, it really doesn't bother me, no



It's like a fire

and you can feel it if you're one of my kind

It holds your potion

and if it's blended with my hatred fine

I couldn't look at anybodyI meet and yes I?m scared

I'm terrified somebody will know

but all that I can do is hide it to myself

knowing that one day it must flow



It's coming at me, it doesn't matter how i try

It's crazy, but it's eating me up from inside



I guess I'm lonely

with no intention be as good as you

I should comprehend

the way that I have turned to lose

and I'm pushing things a little too hard to feel at ease

and everything I try do



It?s something that's not me, and something that's not real

I?m change from kind to cruel



it's coming at me, it's never gonna let me go

I need it - it gives attention to my soul,

and I'm sorry that I'm letting things just run by

it's crazy and it's eating me up from inside

it's eating me up from inside

it's eating me up from inside