Pretty Hell Lyrics

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