Lyrics

I could be a symbol of defeat If I could make it through the day I could write a symphony of shame I'll never make it through the day But you won't hear me, you won't see me You won't feel a thing But you won't hear me, you won't see me You won't feel a thing I don't think I should have to help you Come up with a way to kill me Come up with a way to kill me I don't think I should have to help you Come up with a way to kill me Come up with a way to kill me I don't think I should Because I I'm dead on the inside And sick on the outside Dead on the inside And fucking sick I could be a symbol of defeat If I could make it through the day I could write the next "Song of Myself" You'll never listen anyway But you won't hear me, you won't see me You won't feel a thing But you won't hear me, you won't see me You won't feel a thing I don't think I should have to help you Come up with a way to kill me Come up with a way to kill me I don't think I should have to help you Come up with a way to kill me Come up with a way to kill me I don't think I should Because I I'm dead on the inside And sick on the outside Dead on the inside And fucking sick
Writer(s): Adrian Barnello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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