tattooed with solitude, i'm holding onntry and find somebody, i'm not that strongnni can't eat i can't sleepnwhen i'm choking on the groundnand i'm choking not a soundnnmy face is limp again, i'm turning bluenso tired of feeling nothing, can't think what to donnnow how you supposed to feelnwhen you feel nothing anyway?nncarbon copy ponytails, i fight way throughnmy face is dirty now, finding you