I'm so tired of overthinking, but my friends just seem to think that it's okay to leave me in the dark
My suspicions are of interest, that my presence isn't missed, I guess I'm going back to hell
Who would've thought I'm on my own, I'll call the shots if I live alone
Fire it up, but it'll help me on my way
I'll call myself up on the phone
Tell myself that I'm the only one who's going back
I'm going back to hell
I'm going back to hell
I'm too scared of myself
I won't let anyone or anything come between us
I'm going back to hell
I wish you all feel well
I wish you all feel well

I don't know what I did to make this happen
But I hope this time I'll make it through
Can't escape, I'm not surprised
It pulls me in, although I've tried to fit in one too many times
No one seems to understand what happens to me
When I spend too much time sitting in my head
I'll call myself up on the phone
Tell myself that I'm the only one who's going back
I'm going back to hell
I'm going back to hell
I'm too scared of myself
I won't let anyone or anything come between us
I'm going back to hell
I won't let anyone or anything come between us
I'm going back to hell
I won't let anyone or anything come between us

I'm going back to hell




As I prepare myself, a missed association
I'm going crazy, but I'd rather be here than trying to fight for myself

As much as it kills me, it's rather easy to act like I've found my new strength

I'm going back to hell, I'm too scared of myself
I won't let anyone, anything come between us
I'm going back to hell, wish you all feel well
As I prepare myself for mass dissociation
As I prepare myself for mass dissociation
As I prepare myself for mass dissociation