Manners - Solitary lyrics

Its much later than you think Time is running out The clock winds down to nothing The sound The sound An early chill swept over our coastline Bringing ice and rain and sleet and snow Im foreign living in a place I don't even know But eventually it dawned on me Ive been here so many times before Ive been trapped here for hundreds of years I can hear every f**ing footstep I can taste every whisper And every dying wish And every dying wish From the kids who died young from the stress of growing up too quick Why me? Why me? I went to church every f**ing Sunday Why me? why me? I went to church every f**ing sunday From my lips to god's ears I swear im repenting Do something, do something, Please save me from myself DO SOMETHING, DO SOMETHING, just enough to save me from myself