Control

I heard another name

Had me wondering

Will it ever seem like it's way too real?

But I got coffee rings

Next to all the pages, full of all the things

I wrote the way you feel

But it's hard when I fight every night against all my demons I

Seem to be overrided

And I fill my room with silence

I hate the things I see

And the things I know

And I can't ever get a hold of you, I'm on the low