Pulled out some pieces of my fucking hair Tried screaming “help me” but nobody cares And I am not strong, and I am not strong And I am not strong, and I am not strong I’m foul mouthed and fucking ignorant Two years later, I’m no different Still made of pieces That will not fit Forever fucked And too dramatic
I wear my heart upon my sleeve like I did when I still eighteen And goddamn it, it gets the best of me I wear my heart upon my sleeve like I did when I still eighteen And goddamn it, it gets the best of me
One thing I’ve learned Since coming to terms With moving on Is no matter what I used to have It’s gone
One thing I’ve learned Since coming to terms With moving on Is no matter what I used to have It’s gone Pull out my fucking hair I’ll die alone and not care I’ll die alone and not care I’ll die alone and not careTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
