Written by: Ben Haavig, Robert Wooge, Miguel Contreras, and Evan Curtis
Lyrics
laying alone clutching empty space
dormant i wish to be feeling nothing
a searing pain right through the midst of me
asking why, hoping to deteriorate
Shaking, my voice trembling
Did the past mean nothing?
Shallow were your final breaths and shallow is your heart
The sacrifices made to keep you content
now all in vain
a soul now wounded from an absence of care
a mind now tender with all passion running thin
Bitch
Shaking, my voice trembling
Did the past mean nothing?
Shaking, my voice trembling
Did the past mean nothing?
My eyes could see everything,
i just didn’t want to believe
167 days gone by and only half you felt something
167 days gone by and only half you felt something
167 days gone by and only half you felt something
167 days gone by and i felt everything