Tight chest, no rest
It’s a cycle I keep
Depressed, I guess
I can’t think without sleep
Who knew, did you?
Some lies we make
up become true
Some lines I hate on my tattoos
Sometimes I hate me without you

Just another manic episode
A perverted over sexual
Introverted individual
That’s burning up in flames

Caught in the fire
I’m holding the lighter
All I see is red in front of
me again
All I see is red in front of me again
Caught in the fire
I’m holding the lighter
All I see is red in front of me again
All I see is red in front of me again

Too dark, I start
Running upstairs to my room
Superstitious, Catholic Christian
Funny what stays a part of you
Who knew, did you?
Some lies we make up become true
Some lines I hate on my tattoos
Sometimes I hate me without you

Just another manic episode
A perverted over sexual
Introverted individual
That’s burning up in flames

Caught in the fire
I’m holding the lighter
All I see is red in front of me again
All I see is red in front of me again
Caught in the fire
I’m holding the lighter
All I see is red in front of me again
All I see is red in front of me again

Caught in the fire
I’m holding the lighter
All I see is red in front of me again
All I see is red in front of me again
Caught in the fire
I’m holding the lighter
All I see is red in front of me again
All I see is red in front of me again