Lyrics

Got dirt under my fingers nails And dirt on my face I've been sleeping on the floor Tired and hungry But I've done it to myself It's all complicated But you can't even imagine What life is like What life is like this way Cuts on my wrist Tears on my face I can't stand to live No food inside me What's the point of this Do what they have said What's the point of living Do what they have said What's the point of this What's the point of it These pills are hard to swallow So sick so sick so sick I'm so sick So sick of everything These pills are hard to swallow Higher then I've ever been I don't want to feel a thing I just want to be okay These pills hard to swallow These pills hard to swallow These pills hard to swallow These pills hard to swallow Sick and tired of the person I've became I wish I could take a look at myself The way I did when I was a kid I promised myself I wouldn't do this Now I'm fucked up and so high I don't want to fucking leave my bed I wish I would never be like this This person that I had in my head Had in my head Had in my head
Writer(s): Mary Mortem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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