The evening is while the ghosts all pop out
gambling with my head, spin it all around
this room is sort of a prison cellular, i am all on my own
i am looking ahead to my buddy to return and break me out
you left me today mendacity at the ground
i desired you to stay, it appears you wanted it greater
this bed is like a prison cell, motive i am all by myself
still waiting for my pal to return and smash me out
and there's stone cold bars on my door for this stone cold coronary heart
some people say existence is sort of a lie
take it daily, by no means knowing why
my head is sort of a jail cell, i am all on my own
i am looking ahead to my pal to come and wreck me out
nonetheless waiting for my friend to return and ruin me out
