The Death of Me

City and Colour - The Death of Me ★ 活在当下 Do I have nothing good left to say? Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints? People love to drink their troubles away. Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way. 'Cause maybe then I could sleep

the death of me Am I insane? I ask myself over and over And over again Trapped in my brain Pull it out from the threads in my skull Am I alone? Surrounded by shadows I think I might just be suffocating The devil came to take me to hell But I＇m alread