I'm so tired of overthinking, but my friends just seem to think that it's okay to leave me in the darkMy suspicions are of interest, that my presence isn't missed, I guess I'm going back to hellWho would've thought I'm on my own, I'll call the shots if I live aloneFire it up, but it'll help me on my wayI'll call myself up on the phoneTell myself that I'm the only one who's going backI'm going back to hellI'm going back to hellI'm too scared of myselfI won't let anyone or anything come between usI'm going back to hellI wish you all feel wellI wish you all feel wellI don't know what I did to make this happenBut I hope this time I'll make it throughCan't escape, I'm not surprisedIt pulls me in, although I've tried to fit in one too many timesNo one seems to understand what happens to meWhen I spend too much time sitting in my headI'll call myself up on the phoneTell myself that I'm the only one who's going backI'm going back to hellI'm going back to hellI'm too scared of myselfI won't let anyone or anything come between usI'm going back to hellI won't let anyone or anything come between usI'm going back to hellI won't let anyone or anything come between usI'm going back to hellAs I prepare myself, a missed associationI'm going crazy, but I'd rather be here than trying to fight for myselfAs much as it kills me, it's rather easy to act like I've found my new strengthI'm going back to hell, I'm too scared of myselfI won't let anyone, anything come between usI'm going back to hell, wish you all feel wellAs I prepare myself for mass dissociationAs I prepare myself for mass dissociationAs I prepare myself for mass dissociation