Wingo Lamo

When I'm going into the bar,
 I'm there trying to ignore
 this terror in me, I can't let it free
 I can't make any sense
 unless it's in a song
 and every time I try to feel
 but I only seem to wake up lifeless
 where would it ever it ever end
 when we fall to our own demand
 It takes up your life
 and throws it like dice
 each time we fail,
 it never gets over looked
 When you're thinking that the cards lay forward
 it takes up your answers
 with no second chances
 Immobilized by the torment
 it hits so hard, there's nothing more I can take
 Needing each breath just to make it through
 there's nothing more I'm expected to do
 there's nothing worse than hating yourself
 and parading around like you're somebody else
 I wish that it would just all go to hell
 Wanting some time just to be by myself