Pretty Hell Songtext / Lyric

all the things that i do
wish there was someone who knew
how to tell - this is hell
pretty hell

i step on gas
and i act as if it was
my last chance to be
kind of free

EVERYTIME I GO AND MEAN
TO START THE SHOW I END UP
WITH MORE EMPTINESS
MORE OR LESS
GETTING HIGH AND FALLING DEEP
FEEL THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO HEAP
I HOPE I FIND WHATEVER

nights in a crowded house
loneliness is still around
i fear to lose myself
five to twelve

i know i sound fake
more than just a little brake
really need to get down
but there's no ground