Stop The Show

I try Every fucking time I come back to my senses I cannot decide what I want yet And if there is one thing I can take from this it's that I'll never be this satisfied I'm never gonna get that selfish high I once had So make your call Is this what you're going with? Was this all for nothing? Or am I right to think I can now decide what I want in another person I let intrude onto my time? Was this offer worth it? I'm stuck in a contract I never signed Yet there is a pen leaking ink on the paper With my name right next to it Stop the show I never predicted I'd get so low Now I have a razor waiting for the opportunity to cut Bleed out slow While you're looking for a new low So make your call I tried my hardest and fell the farthest But am I wrong to think I can now decide what I want in another Love Never made me feel welcomed (welcomed) Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding I will now give myself up Never will I make my coffin Out of all of my mistakes But I will take them to the grave Yeah! Stop the show! Stop the show! Stop the show! Where did everybody go?