There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, but I hate myself instead
There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me
I guess it's wrong to live life
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Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet
And now I'm feeling so down that there's no god above
And no mercy for a soul that's just way to fucked up
There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat
Now there's nothing left of me
But empty bottles of pills and bacardi
As I guess it's wrong to live life
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet
And now I'm feeling so down that there's no god above
And no mercy for a soul that's just way to fucked up
Leave me here, die
Leave me here, to die
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees
I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet
And now I'm feeling so down that there's no god above
And no mercy for a soul that's just way to fucked up