I'm faced with regret, all of my body's in stone
I'm, I'm maced with truth to try
But I don't really feel a thing
No, I don't really feel a thing at all
I hope you know that none of this was personal
I wrote it down and choked it up, it riddled me out of my soul
When I say I don't feel a thing, well I feel it all
I'm broken, don't you know
How it feels to be this cold?
When I let this tied up towrope go
It tore my head apart to watch this distance grow
(All I can do) All I can do
(All I can say) Is lie to you
(I don't feel, I don't feel, no)
But I don't really feel a thing (No)
No, I don't really feel a thing at all
I hope you know that none of this was personal
I wrote it down and choked it up, it riddled me out of my soul
When I say I don't feel a thing, well I feel it all
Oh darling, I wish I could let you down
The way I let them go but some things have to change
Like escaping my mind, from all consciousness
Although the faults are mine, it's you who's lying in this bed
It's this weakness, I fell in-out of control
What a selfish soul I am, I know, I know, I know
'Cause I won't ask for your forgiveness
I've been having visions of this constant competition
Posing shadowed premonitions, perfectly positioned
Always reminiscent of a picture
I would die to k**; it's fiction
I've been having visions of this constant competition
Posing shadowed premonitions, perfectly positioned
Always reminiscent of a picture
I would die to k**; it's fiction
I've been having visions of this constant competition
Posing shadowed premonitions, perfectly positioned
Always reminiscent of a picture
I would die to k**; it's fiction