the room is dark and my hands are cold
cold to the touch as i reach for some enlightenment
it's too much to ask for, i guess
staring at the sky i still wonder how am i alive
i can't feel sorry for who i am
and all the good, and all the bad
is just more memories i've stacked
in a nice little pile next to my bed
bittersweet misery engulfing me
i still wonder the same things
i'll always question everything
i'll be as honest as i can be
sincerity inside of me, can't you see?
bittersweet misery engulfing me
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