Woorden: Papa Roach. Infest. Last Resort.

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no, no breathing
Don't give a fuck
If I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck
If I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?

Would it be wrong or
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

I never realized, I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin

It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying I'm crying
I can't go on living this way

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no, no breathing
Don't give a fuck
If I cut my arm bleeding

Would it be wrong
Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I can't go on living this way
Can't go on, living this way
Nothing's all right