Running your mouth like a angst-powered Twitter feed Call it "sad boy hours" again. Constantly putting words inside our mouths, Then you have the fucking nerve to ask for help? You've never been alone inside your own dorm room, Sitting with a bottle of pills in your hand I don't ask everyone to speak in private, And even if I did, I'd fucking listen.
You act like nothing's fine just to bask in the sunlight of everyone's eyes Your constant flow of little lies, real problems don't matter at all
Your constant flow of lies, real problems don't seem to matter
I shake and scream just to be told that I'm okay You carve "attention" into your skin with a razor
Talk to me, walk miles in my shoes You'll understand just what it's like to stay awake a thousand nights
I'd love to shatter your skin made of glass I'd love for you to be the one considered nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
