Woorden: The Gits. Guilt Within Your Head.

each time you fall

the pieces are only more and farther between

and the pices won't fit together

with all the guilt built in your head



i see you shake

i see the paint underneath your fingernails

scratching the walls

scratching the moments that brought you here



each time you thought you'd hold on

trying to stay clean for someone

maybe you should just take a look inside yourself

cause you create your own hell



i see them scurry while they're helping dig your grave

people are so quick to wave your weakness in your face

i'm here to tell you

keep one step back from one day at a time

there's only so much above your head

that you're supposed to carry



each time you thought you'd hold on

trying to stay clean for someone

maybe you should just take a look inside your hell

cause you create your own self