I need to remind myself sometimes, it wasn't always like this
Rise up with the morning sun, and smoke the day's first cigarette
The people around me knew me so well
And always came to realize when I was gone through hell
These days, things are different
Greeted by false hope, and all the things I miss
I wake up empty and lost, haunted by the question:
Does it feel like hope? I hope it does
The answer is no, I dont know where to go
Or where I've been
I just need some guiding, I need to figure out how to save myself from a thing
From a thing
Late nights are always the hardest
No one to talk to, and no one to keep fighting
I find myself seeking comfort in the stars outside
But the city lights turn on and everything hides
I'm caught in a Line, a Loop, a Tangle of Thread
And this might feel impossible, and maybe I'd rather be dead
I still wake empty and lost, haunted by the question:
Does it feel like hope? I hope it does
The answer is no, I don't know where to go
Or where I've been
I just need some guiding, I need to figure out how to save myself
The answer's unclear, I don't know where to go
Or where I've been
I just need some guiding, I need to figure out how to save myself from a thing
From a thing

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