This Song 歌词

I explode in prose Don't ask me, I can't tell you if it's real The more I seek the less I find The more I see the void that's on my mind Eyes closed, three words Yet it feels like I'm stuck right in the middle I keep on staring at the signs But my beating's blind I wait for the strike to see what it's like Unsure, obscure If I can't lay my life down on the paper When my pen is dry, when my sheet is lie And I'll carry on, I'll carry on And I'll sing so loud I won't ever hear myself again Carried on, I'll carry on But I'll miss me in this song I can't let it go All my memories slip through I seek the words to describe all my twisted views Destroy These chords Where my sight is on the lookup for an answer My thousand songs all end the same Guess I hope to see the ending change I'm trying so hard but this pain never leaves These open scars they're so hard to relieve Bleeding the heart, falling apart, now I am still staring at this Life is so short, we'll see what it's worth now I'm gone to take my fall And I'll miss me in this song