Bound 3

(I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin')
(With nobody to love, nobody, nobody)
(So just grab somebody, no leavin' this party)
(With nobody to love, nobody, nobody)

And I promise you that I'll come back at night with a trophy
What's mine I never let go even without a vote and without a veil, bitch
And on the way to this glory
Putting an end to everything I could see
More than 50 stories that only I know how to rewrite, bitch
I call it a suicide mission
Maybe that's what I'm good for
To be used to fill holes in other lives
While mine has a hole in the shape of a guy
That I sought from the other side and along the way opened layers
Layers

Doors of a thousand layers
Many of the lives I messed up, left without closing anything
So the air passes, passes through the cold cracks
Of several doors that will soon be closed
I swear dude, doors that will be closed
I swear dude, doors that will be closed
And I've been writing my wrongs
Claiming there's an ending, while playing the same old songs
Searching for the answer, for some place that I belong
Some place I belong
And I can't do anything
I'm stuck until every door is closed
The journey will be long but I'll be back home
I'll be back home