Emmure
Informal Butterflies
It's all in my head
I know it isn't real but I can't help it
Bullet in my temple will fix all my problems, cure my illness
You are all so perfect
I wish I was like you but I'm worthless
Follow me I'll take you under
Cripple you of joy and slumber
Wake me up I'm dead
End me and the nightmares over
From Letras Mania