Walking past the boulevards,
listening to the same rhythm in the bar,
watching the same souls,
reading the same minds,
depending on the same jukebox.
Forcing my soulless body to follow the beat,
on the same dance floor,
where we used to,
kiss our pain away.
Got drunk till it stops to ache,
gently caressing the scars on the wrist and thighs,
saw you in my dreamland.
Oh baby how would you never noticed,
the unhealed scars,
Oh baby I would never blame you,
it's just my own weakness.
The words are what I seek,
the rhythms are what how I escape.
Somewhere darker,
talking about the same shite.
Too much to reveal,
too weak to bear.
