These little things They kill the most All this pressure It makes me choke I don't need sympathy I'm dead inside A cautionary tale of a wasted life
Take me back to prison 'Cause I don't ever listen Keep me in these chains 'Cause I won't ever change
I get high, I get low I get drunk, I get stoned I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show I get high, I get low I'm a God, I'm a joke I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show Oh woah Oh woah I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show
These little things They kill the most All this pressure It makes me choke I don't need sympathy I'm dead inside A cautionary tale of a wasted life
Take me back to prison 'Cause I don't ever listen Keep me in these chains 'Cause I won't ever change
I get high, I get low I get drunk, I get stoned I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show I get high, I get low I'm a God, I'm a joke I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show Oh woah Oh woah I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show
Cross my heart and hope to cry Stick a needle in my eye Say hello, say goodbye Fuck me up and leave me dry Cross my heart and hope to cry Stick a needle in my eye Say hello, say goodbye Fuck me up and leave me dry
I get high, I get low I get drunk, I get stoned I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show I get high, I get low I'm a God, I'm a joke I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show Oh woah Oh woah I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show Oh woah Oh woah I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to show Oh woah Oh woah I surround myself with chaos I got nothing left to showTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
