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So sick and tired of being alone So long, farewell, I'm on my own I'm sorry mom, I've got to go I dug this grave I call my home My life don't mean that much to me So I'm living for you Yeah, I'm living for you And you can't stand the sight of me So what's the point of this Fucked up catastrophe? I'm waiting for my time to start As I waste it As I waste it I pop the pills to waste some time As I'm faded As I'm faded This shit messes with my head The only home I know is my bed Too lazy for suicide I just watch the days pass hoping to die So sick and tired of being alone So long, farewell, I'm on my own I'm sorry mom, I've got to go I dug this grave I call my home So sick and tired of being alone So long, farewell, I'm on my own I'm sorry mom, I've got to go I dug this grave I call my home Daydreaming of my funeral Like who would show, bet no one would go Hey dad, would you show up for me now? Just to bury your little boy in the ground You broke my heart when you left me Was just waiting Was just waiting I pop these pills to waste some time As I'm faded As I'm faded This shit messes with my head The only home I know is my bed Too lazy for a suicide I just watch the days pass hoping to die So sick and tired of being alone So long, farewell, I'm on my own I'm sorry mom, I've got to go I dug this grave I call my home So sick and tired of being alone So long, farewell, I'm on my own I'm sorry mom, I've got to go I dug this grave I call my home I dug this grave I call my home I dug this grave!
Writer(s): Matt Pauling, Sebastian Danzig Kropp, Emerson Barrett Kropp, Remington Leith Kropp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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