Texty: Passion. The Option EP. Hazards.

I am running on empty.
The fumes have long since disappeared.
I am feeling bone dry.
The gauge reads empty and that's how I feel.
What more do I have left to give?
What good is my advice if I don't want to live?
What's done is done and I'm breaking down on the side of the road.
What's done is done and I've broken down and I have never felt more alone.
I can't seem to see what lies ahead.
These city lights are blinding.
I have to find my own way.
I don't want to be like this.
I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
I left because I didn't want you to see me like this.
I can only be myself when I am by myself.
What is left but to start all over?
I swear I'll make it right this time.
This town has nothing left for me.
I'm moving on to god know's what.
I have to believe that there is something better out there.
I have to believe that I can make it anywhere.
I swear upon this cast that I will not break myself again.
I have hurt for long enough.
I need air for these collapsed lungs.
I can barely stand but I will find the strength within to start again.
Will you take my hand?
A new city, a new night, will bring this corpse back to life