Talking to Strangers

I was on the outside
Kicking it for a bit
Fucking around for the thrill of it
Only to find myself digging deeper
But I couldn't find the help

Talking to strangers
Boy I'm danger
I've become somebody I despise
Don't chastise me
I've been going through hell

I'll say it twice
I've been going through hell

I've been going through hell

Having trouble sleeping
Every single weekend
Why does it hurt to exist?
You're the only reason
That's got me believing
In a life that's brighter than this

My feelings and drinks are mixed
With a couple of pills and a pack full of cigs
Feeling like a kid again
Veins full of adrenaline
Oh my fingertips are tingling
Can't feel myself breathing in no more but

Take my hand
We'll go somewhere far
'Cause we don't like talking to people who don't know who we are but
I don't mind talking to you

And now I'm having trouble sleeping
Changing through the seasons
Why does it hurt to exist?
You're the only reason
That's got me believing
In a life that's brighter than this

Oh

I've been going through hell