3AM - Rewind Lyrics

I don't know how or why or when
The cycle starts again
Picking up the broken pieces
I haven't been able to find a f*ckin reason
To keep myself breathin
I'm shattered and defeated
Partaking in the bourbon
I'm sipping and I'm swervin
Asking is it worth it?
Why do I deserve this?
Wide awake, I'm tossin and turnin
Reminded yet again why Im feelin like I'm so worthless
Reminiscing finer days
Thinking back I'm unphased
Before the path to my private hell was neatly paved
Now I've got one foot inside my own shallow grave
People like me, no we cant be saved
You'll never understand and you cant take away the pain
To these mental demons I'm always enslaved
I swear it seems I'll never break free from their chains
I start question if I'm slowly going insane
Seems easier to load my head full of lead
Sometimes I feel like I'd be better off dead
But I'm trapped in this emptiness I call a bed
Inner demons at war, it's a battlefield of bloodshed
Seems easier to load my head full of lead
Sometimes I feel like I'd be better off dead
But I'm trapped in this emptiness I call a bed
Inner demons at war, it's a battlefield of bloodshed
Blackened eyes in mirrors
I'm caving under pressure
I'm wasting my time
It never gets better
I'm lost in forever
My obituary header
All my scribbled lyrics reading like a suicide letter
Going through the motions, rewriting cliche lines
Lately it feels I've been biding borrowed time
And the reason I exist has yet to be defined
I'll never find my purpose if I keep myself confined
I've locked myself away and thrown away the key
Isolate myself to end the reasons for my suffering
If I let my guard down there's nothing but anxiety
Haunting echoes of my past are endlessly reminding me
I'm back to square one, where all my failures rewind
Reliving all the heartbreak just so I can kill time
All the sorrow flashes back morbid thoughts in my mind
I blame it on myself and my alcoholic bloodline
I'm content with wallowing in all of my own misery
Always been the lone wolf
Always public enemy
It's never really sparked in me
That I'm only temporary
Burning all these bridges
My etiquette's incendiary
It's never really sparked in me
That I'm only temporary
Burning all these bridges
My etiquette's incendiary