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I just called to see how you're doing Never mind, that's a lie, I've been going through it I had a good thing, but I blew it It wasn't her fault and she knew it Tell me, what kind of man am I supposed to be When the lines the razor blade made are faded? Is there really any hope for me If a simple conversation's complicated? I know everything I've ever done wrong That kind of memory won't let me move on Though there's bound to be some things that you ain't told me I could never be ashamed of you homie I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself (I'm turning my life to hell) See, the voice in my head really needs some help (I figure I might as well) I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself (I'm turning my life to hell) See, the voice in my head really needs some help (I figure I might as well) Step inside, this is my confession I let resentment turn into a deep depression I spend the next five lines asking bad questions How could I hit rock bottom, never learning a lesson? Do I deserve this hurting? If my body goes limp, would I float to the surface? Or can I live in a world with no purpose? How could I change when I'm still the same person? I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself (I'm turning my life to hell) See, the voice in my head really needs some help (I figure I might as well) I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself (I'm turning my life to hell) See, the voice in my head really needs some help (I figure I might as well) Stuck in a circle, waiting to die I won't find a way out, looking inside Don't I deserve to make anything right? I won't find a way out, looking inside Stuck in a circle, waiting to die I won't find a way out, looking inside Don't I deserve to make anything right? I won't find a way out, looking inside I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself (I'm turning my life to hell) See, the voice in my head really needs some help (I figure I might as well) I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself (I'm turning my life to hell) See, the voice in my head really needs some help (I figure I might as well)
Writer(s): Matt Mcandrew, Zachary Baker, Colin Vieira, Weston Richmond, Juan Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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