Lyrics The Casket Lottery - Code Red

Do you feel sorry for yourself
when you make the same mistakes,
tracing your boy's hands.
Yeah, we all have regrets,
and we all can make mistakes.
Tracing these old plans is code red.
Have you ever felt so bad
when you're hiding in your room,
and you can hardly get out of your bed?
You've got your hands behind your back.
You've given up.
Yeah, we've all been there.
We know how it goes.
When you'd rather disappear,
then you might as well be dead.
Even I'll be holding on
when the days get too long,
it's hard not to just hold on.
You hope that it's the end,
tomorrow it starts again,
and it's impossible to be strong.
Even I'll be holding on
to the times it all seemed gone,
when all the problems seemed gone.
Days your back breaks,
and only black is in your heart,
even I'll be holding on.