All That Gets You Hurt Will Get Erased

Every day the silence chokes the pain You stalk your reflection for what remained Circling the drain until you've nothing left All that gets you hurt will get erased One day I'll feel hope A sensation to bury me cold If I could face you I'd tell you what I could hold Twenty two fires burn across the bay I have nothing to assure me that I am safe I keep all this hell in a tiny room That I come back to To suffocate One day I'll feel hope A sensation to bury me cold If I could face you I'd tell you what I could hold One day I'll feel hope A sensation to bury me cold If I could face you I'd tell you what I could hold Nothing I'm better off dropping the weight I'm better by myself