Lament - Vacant Home

I have brought this on myself

I feel the déjà vu come creeping in again

It’s not the first time that I’ve been here, my friend

I’ll hear the words you speak

And I’ll see your knees go weak

But the message won’t get through to me

I can’t put any effort in

I won’t receive any return

I refuse to help myself

The truth is I’ll never learn

I can’t put any effort in

I won’t receive any return

When I’m blinded by the smoke

From all my bridges burned

My words aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on.

I’ve broken down on the

floor

I’ve put holes in walls

Lamenting in the fact

That I brought this on myself

So as I sit here on a winters night all alone, losing feeling in my toes

because of the cold

Replaying every stupid fucking lie that I told

Lamenting in the fact that I brought this on myself