Bottled کے بول

I really don't have anything to say Just pass me by Don't ask me the same questions Just deny I'm there Like the time around me This room is filled with nothing Fell awkward in a place with many Leave this space to me I channel the pain through this The paper, the pen, your eyes To stare into what's next It frightens me No control, no reward I'm in circles again Still and breathless I don't care what's behind To you I look for energy To catch my breath again The world looks old to me Tonight I drink myself sober Soon this could be over Tale a picture of the pale New morning knocking Feels just like always Pen down my regrets I reach to you again