Texty: Low Places. Low Places [EP]. Choir.

Days of despair
Throbbing nerves and rotting lives
Forging futures into my body
Tearing away at my life

At the bottom we stare
Looking up to someones nothing
Screaming words bludgeoned by sympathy
Trying to be someone's something

The fears I hold
I've held so long
How does it feel?
I hate these songs