Angels With Dirty Faces - Sum 41

I need this to get me through

Can’t resist and don’t want to

Believe it I know it’s true

I can’t beat it and don’t want to try

Perfect hell

It’s more to me than you ever will know

Down here where the rest of us fell

Waste away with nothing left to show

While I’m in this perfect hell

Obsession has begun

Possessed by destruction

How did I get so low

Believe me no one knows

Sometimes I can’t hold on

And no one can help me

Now it’s got a hold of me

I don’t think I can make it through this

Now it’s got a hold of me

The less I do the more it makes no sense

I’m walking pollution who’s drained by delusions

On the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction

Thin blood I’m bleeding my pulse won’t stop racing

Just as my heart explodes

No chance that I could win

Too hard to not give in

I just don’t feel the same

Cause I’m the one to blame

Sometimes I can’t hold on

And no one can help me

Now it’s got a hold of me

I don’t think I can make it through this

Now it’s got a hold of me

The less I do the more it makes no sense

I need this to be myself

It feels like I need some help

It’s too late to save myself

Or it’s just in my head

Now it’s got a hold of me

I don’t think I can make it through this

Now it’s got a hold of me

The less I do the more it makes no sense

Now it’s got a hold of me

I don’t think I can make it through this

Now it’s got a hold of me

The less I do the more it makes no sense