I'm breaking promises and breaking you apart

while this constant battle rages in my mind.

Over which path to take

How much of this is fate

And how much is just a waste of time



Because I don't know just what I need

Stuck somewhere in the in-between

3 in the morning and I wish that I could sleep.

But I'm wide awake.



Medicine bottle's laying empty on the floor

But I still can't make these headaches go away

More of a bastard than I've ever been before

I'd be better off just bashing in my brains.



Bridge:

All this feels like its some other life

Doesnt it seem way too dark tonight



Because I don't know just what I need

Stuck somewhere in the in-between

3 in the morning and I'm writing this all down

And I hope it makes it easier somehow.