Among The Props

Laying in a cheap hotel room, the only friends you've got
Are these stereo voices, talking 'bout the shit in your mind
And your nightmares are following you even far from home.

It's the bitter taste of loneliness
What keeps you alive, awake and aware
Of what you've been and who you are.
Can you forget about the past?

When everyone's laughing without you and
The desire to damage yourself just a little more
Becomes overwhelming and's drowning you in careless sheets:

It's the bitter taste of loneliness
What keeps you alive, awake and aware
Of what you've been and who you are.
Can you forget about the past?

It's too much, too much, too much to carry,
When they only accept but don't care
About your face, your fears, your heart.
Could it be you're supposing too much?
Don't you dare to fucking cry!

Like giving up's the goddamn way your life should be like.
Even if the inner circles left you out and on your own
To live means to fight and life's your war.

But it's the bitter taste of loneliness
What keeps you alive, awake and aware
Of what you've been and who you are.
Can you forget about the past?

Can you forget, forgive, forever?