drunken nights locked in deep discussion makes my fears and guilt go rushing through my veins straight to my lying heart and it wakes me up and makes me wonder if I'm only pushing myself further under I've sold myself out for a few hollow friends they don't know me now or who I've ever been and I can sense myself slowly starting to forget I could either open myself and let them see or give into an endless game of make believe I've lost every fucking ounce of sense of self and I'm only asking if it was worth it now.