I'm Sick Of Thinking
It's Late But I Can't Sleep
It's Slowly Killing Me
I Feel Like Drinking
Something To Kill The Pain
Some Fuel To Numb My Brain

I Hate, I Hate When
I'm Missing You
What Now, I Don't Know What
I'm Gonna Do

The Clock Is Ticking
This Shit Is Getting Deep
I Think I've Lost My Mind
It Ain't That Easy
My Head Keeps Spinning Round
Feels Like I'm Gonna Drawn

If There's A Way To
Let You Know
How Everything Just
Come And Goes
We Had A Dream And
Now It's Gone
Now I'm A Prisioner
All Alone