How could I ever think it's funny how everything that you swore would never change is different now?
Just like you would always say 'we'll make it through', then my head fell apart and where were you?
You said you and me would make it
through,didn't quite - fell apart, where the fuck were you?
-Somewhat Damaged, Nine Inch Nails
I am the voice inside your head
I am the hate you try to hide
I am the high you can't sustain
I am the need you have for more
I am the bullet in the gun
I am the truth from which you run
I am the silencing machine
I am the end of all your dreams
And I control you
You let me do this to you.
Nothing can stop me now because I just don't care anymore.
Tried to save myself but my self keeps slipping away.