Vacant Home Lament Lyrics

I have brought this on myself
I feel the déjà vu come creeping in again
It's not the first time that I've been here, my friend
I'll hear the words you speak
And I'll see your knees go weak
But the message won't get through to me
I can't put any effort in
I won't receive any return
I refuse to help myself
The truth is I'll never learn
I can't put any effort in
I won't receive any return
When I'm blinded by the smoke
From all my bridges burned
My words aren't worth the paper they're printed on. I've broken down on the floor
I've put holes in walls
Lamenting in the fact
That I brought this on myself
So as I sit here on a winters night all alone, losing feeling in my toes because of the cold
Replaying every stupid fucking lie that I told
Lamenting in the fact that I brought this on myself