nostalgia
everything looks too familiar
well you'd expect me to feel nostalgic
but all i feel is sick to the stomach
i swore i've felt this way before
i just can't remember when
but i sure as hell don't miss it,
i sure as hell don't want it
all these faces tallies on the dungeon wall
reminding me of all the wrongs i've done
i don't miss this,
i'll don't damn miss this, and i'll never do
i'll treasure it like my favourite drug
to overdose on
i feel lightheaded, nauseous
around all these people, all these faces
and i kick at my broken down shoes
and i wish to feel like this,
no, never again.