The Hills

Look into my eyes, stare straight into my soul
Burn a mark so deep, so fucking deep, so I can feel my own life that I stole
I'm nothing but a thief, just a fucked up deadbeat looking for some sort of relief With a heart of stone, no care for the world
The only wish that I have, is to be all alone
I'm so alone

So rewind back to the part where I'd been given the heart to say what I feel and where I felt I belong
Is this all part of the game?
How you forgot my name?
I've been fed to the crows, been left for the wolves
I wish I knew how to say what to say
I've got the words on the tip of my tongue, but they won't come out
No they won't come out, so I'll place these lips to glass
With any hope it'll last to tomorrow, but I'm afraid I'm running out of time, I'm out of sleep
Out of sense inside my mind
Left for the wolves