Lyrics

My heart is so broken These words are so hopeless My mind is hyper-focused Am I actually worthless Cause everything's hurting I'm sick of fucking working But nothings ever perfect So I guess It's never worth it What the fuck Am I supposed to say What the fuck Am I supposed to think Am I nothing Am I something Are we running from god or the fuckin faith You ever think that we're supposed to live You ever think that we're supposed to swim All these words that you fucking spill I don't care it's time that we make a fucking deal Get up, Get up False reality Get up, Get up I'm so sick of feeling this So Sick of feeling dead Sick of fucking feeling like the world is caving in My own heart is gonna break I can't fucking wait to cut all of these loose ends Now I'm just dead with demons in my head All I hear is noise and fucking dissonance This my dying wish I feel so Fucking sick I wanna cut my wrists and hope to live in another place What the fuck do you think This is not your only win I am mighty I am big I shall destroy your everything I can't fight I can't breathe I am torn I am beat I am lost I am found I am dead I am crowned Who the fuck do you think you are You Will not Fucking win You are small and fucking limp You will lose your everything You are torn and you are beat Fighting hard but still deceased You are lost and in the ground You are dead with no fucking crown Fuck What I'm so sick of feeling this So Sick of feeling dead Sick of fucking feeling like the world is caving in My own heart is gonna break I can't fucking wait to cut all of these loose ends But there's no time to change I'm stuck in a false reality Everybody hates me But I'm left in these chains Trapped and locked away I'll never find a way Out of this place
Writer(s): John-paul Ratta, Devitalized Ma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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