Lyrics

Every time I found hope Life would just pull me down Tell me no It feels like I'm hanging out By my throat Looking at my despair Life isn't ever fair Fuck it Where did I lose my mind Now I can't imagine this turns out fine More likely to flatline than hit deadlines Thought I was kicking ass Turns out I'm kicking the bucket Panic Manic Bouncing between Anger Strangers It's a crime scene Cold world Dead soul Same old routine Mayhem Machine It's a crime scene How do I love myself Win with the losing hand I've been dealt This is the saddest I've ever felt When will I recognize That I don't need recognition Every time I found hope Life would just pull me down Tell me no It feels like I'm hanging out By my throat Time to be me again I obsolete your permission Panic Manic Bouncing between Anger Strangers It's a crime scene Cold world Dead soul Same old routine Mayhem Machine It's a crime scene
Writer(s): Charles Caswell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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