Texty

Teardrops We hurt ourselves for fun Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb Addicted to a lonely kind of love What I wanna know Is how we got this stressed out Paranoid Everything is going dark Nothing makes me sadder than my head I'm running outta teardrops Let it hurt 'til it stops I can't keep my grip I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked But I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think I'm tripping on the edge High as a kite, I'm never coming down And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels To be alone So how'd we get this stressed out? Paranoid Everything is going dark Nothing makes me sadder than my head I'm running outta teardrops Let it hurt 'til it stops I can't keep my grip I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked But I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ I'm running outta teardrops Let it hurt 'til it stops I can't keep my grip I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked But I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think I'm running outta teardrops Let it hurt 'til it stops I can't keep my grip I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked But I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think Teardrops Teardrops I'm running outta teardrops The emptiness is heavier than you think
Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Jordan Keith Attwood Fish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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