Garden Bench

I've been hunting people for a living, feeding on their happiness And I'm a burden to all things living, curse them cause I'm bored of it This goose chase for something, I don't even know how it works But the sight of it, the thought of disappointment has my throat clogging up Sitting on a garden bench alone You ask me what I'm feeling That's what I can't put my finger on Words can be deceiving I've eaten up my words so many times, starting to feel like I'm always wrong And I have broken down so many times, I used to be able to stay in control I'm waiting for you to grow out of me, peacefully I lay in quiet Watching all the bugs meet in a circle like an outsider Sitting on a garden bench alone You ask me what I'm feeling That's what I can put my finger on Words can be deceiving So I shed a couple tears, remember every tear I shed I'll write it down and blame it on someone that I misread I'll look back and I'll sigh at these songs I used to write How dare I dream, I'll say as I remember me Sitting on a garden bench alone You ask me what I'm feeling That's what I can put my finger on Words can be deceiving Mystery whisper is my favorite sound How are you gonna beat it? I have never given in to heavy grieving How can you believe me? Words can be deceiving