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No good for my health, not good to myself, I am no use to anyone Rip my eyes out, throw them down Once they hit the ground, no seeing you now Now I can only trust my reaction Gotta learn to walk without ending up in traffic Lights off just staring at the wall Cut to me, lights on, just nobody home I'm shaking, I'm panicking, seconds I'll never get back 'Cause I throw 'em away like some evidence Ready for reckoning, smoking, no questioning Juice in the mason, make calls like I'm checking in Look at the burial, see the resemblance Between myself and the ones who I've ended Hope it's to me that they pay no attention Shoo 'em away to my dungeon, I vanish Deadboy, I could never ever stop, no Yelling underground, but you making pop songs I could lie and say you got something going on But since day one, bitch, you got it all wrong Always living in contrast and trying to compare Wish they could feel okay in the skin they wear Stomp you in some shoes I ain't drop yet Eyes drop to the floor, I'm a hot mess I scream into the night like, "Stop this!" Every time I do some shit, I'm like, "Let's drop this" Stomp you in some shoes I ain't drop yet Eyes drop to the floor, I'm a hot mess I scream into the night like, "Stop this!" Every time I do some shit, I'm like, "Let's drop this" Stomp you in some shoes I ain't drop yet Eyes drop to the floor, I'm a hot mess I scream into the night like, "Stop this!" (Every time I do some shit, I'm like, "Let's drop this")
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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