Haunt

I've grown sick of living in my own skin I've tried so long to find a way out Night after night, lost in a bottle Night after night, lost in transit The next station's still a far way out The line goes nowhere, I've bottomed out The grave calls its name, I've bottomed out "It's not enough. It's never enough." I know how this all ends It's been with me every step I know, it won't let me go It won't me live, I know My hands. My wrists My hands. My wrists Too sick to live, too weak to die Too sick to live, too weak to die Too sick to live, too weak to die Too sick to live, too weak to die