Testo Sinking

I've got this sinking feeling coming up inside.
I can't let this go into my head.

I can't be here.
You can't trust me.

Everyday I take the long way home.
I see nothing of me in the things I own. Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair.
Why am I praying to a god I know isn't there?

It's the dead of winter.
It's freezing cold.
I'll just sit here all alone.

Everyday I take the long way home.
I see nothing of me in the things I own.
Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair.
Why am I praying to a god I know isn't there?