3:56

3:56 - Expire

Searching for inspiration coming up empty handed

I'm running out of patience

I feel so f**king stranded

I killed myself in my mind at least a thousand times

On all those nights

Where I just couldn't fall asleep

Sitting there gritting my teeth watching the clock

Couldn't help but think about all I lived

Loved and lost

I beat the piss out of myself

I toss and turn inside my shell

I don't know where I'm headed

What's the point

Just I don't get it

Searching for inspiration coming up empty handed

I'm running out of patience

I feel so f**king stranded