Hell

i keep myself cold under the sheets nothing else matters to me i don't like going outside i'd rather die on my own time i just can't let go of it i need my hands holding everything i stay up late in the night thinking when am i gonna die my hell's looking alright i don't need another try when did i get so old i had planned on losing my soul smoked enough to guarantee me early spot in the cemetery when did i get so cold the world's a terrifying place when did i stop searching for something to justify me my hell's looking alright i don't need another try my hell's looking alright i don't need another try