Pretty Hell Letra

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