Control de Earshot

Stuck inside
a world inside my head
a place where i think too much
a place that no one can touch
my godforsaken fear
and though i don't pray enough, i want to
I want to thank you for the tears i've cried
and hope you gave to me
i want to show you what i've kept inside
that takes control of me
Thought sometimes
i was left behind
alone here all by myself
forced to look at myself
i never will believe
things they say to me
Line up the bottles to complete this grief
i've held on to for so long
an angry soul i reap unto the people
that have ever tried to do me wrong