View from My Window

Play your songs boy No one's gonna listen to them You're worth nothing, you're worth the world Worth whatever I tell you you're worth See that was a glimpse inside of my mind It's a little messed up I know I'll get out of it sometime When I need you Damn it I don't need you Like the, last thoughts of a schizophrenic losing his mind It's a pitiful spiral down to paradise Cold rush to your head like it's been dunked in ice Inside it's a demons dream a broken spile Drink yourself sick boy And never let anyone in Bury your feelings and run your mouth Keep it all in that hole within Pressure rising inside of my mind 'Till i let nothing go and use it as fuel to write Let it bleed through But don't let it beat you Like the last thoughts of a schizophrenic losing his mind It's a pitiful spiral down to paradise Cold rush to your head like it's been dunked in ice Inside it's a demons dream a broken spike The last thoughts of a schizophrenic losing his mind It's a pitiful spiral down to paradise Cold rush to your head like it's been dunked in ice Inside it's a demons dream a broken spile