"The feeling like I'm in a battle with two different people inside of me
The ones who been trying to hold me together is not the one who's in the driver's seat
I've got this need to escape to the point where I'm sick of my fucking sobriety
Losing my footing, and I wish somebody would tell me that I'll be okay if I try to be
The churches start to feel like prison cells
'Cause everybody'd rather judge than help
I can't make you pray for me now
Don't need your sympathy, I
Just want the love that I deserve when
All I do is hurt myself
Pray for me now
Don't need your sympathy, I
Just want the love that I deserve when
All I do is hurt myself"












