The Diary - Hollywood Undead

Cause I don't wanna be like this

I've been running these streets for too long now

I've got nothing that's true

but this song now

but the further I go

I wanna go home

I can't think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed

curtains closed, lights are off

Am I alive or dead?

I haven't shaved in a week

I always slur when I speak

tolerance at it's peak

another fifth just to sleep

oh woe is me woe is me

I guess I need love.

So I sit in my room and I'll cry on my bed

thinking about all the shit that made me wrong in my head

I keep trying to climb

but it seems so steep

pour myself a fuckin whisky

and go back to sleep...

bitch.

yea I'm sick, oh so sick

I'm so sick of this shit

so I stumble around

til I stumble fall down

to this puddle of my tears laying here on the ground

when you've got nothing left

you've got nothing left to lose

with my last left single breath

I'll still be singing to you

so when you bury me man

you better bury me deep

and sing along to this song

cause you're broken like me.

And I wanna go back to the start

back where we started from

and I know it's been so long

I was wrong, I was wrong

I was wrong all along.