N.Y.E. - Noah Kittinger

These thoughts, won’t leave

Keep on laughing

You don’t, mean it

It’s not hard, to lean in

You fucked up, it’s your fault

Now it’s left to

The darkness found you

Now you’re alone

And I can’t stand up

I think I’ve had enough

And go on, say it

Cause you can’t, erase this

You fucked up, it’s your fault

Now it’s left to

The darkness found you

Now you’re alone

I’m tired of running

Away from myself

I’m tired of running, of running, of running