歌词
Every night before I sleep, I feel that same old feeling creep. All night in that same state, disappointed by my wake. Get dressed, get ready; pretend to be friendly again. Maybe It'll get better eventually.
Oh, I'm trying so hard, but I'm in love with the dark. I can't stop picking apart my own thoughts. And I sit alone at lunchtime, cause my friends say I'm bumming them out. And I'm not denying it, and I think I'm dying soon, and.
Time and time again, I'm alone I have no friends, not an empty room, but the conversations always dead.
Time and time again, I'm alone I have no friends, not an empty room, but the conversations always dead.
Every time before I sleep, I feel that same old feeling creep. All night in that same state, disappointed by my wake. Get dressed, get ready; pretend to be friendly again. Maybe It'll get better eventually. Not.
I just wanna write 'bout how much I wanna die, and; I just wanna cry and then watch Goosebumps all night, and; wake up really late, and maybe forget how much I hate myself.
I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself, I really hate myself.
Every night before I sleep, I feel that same old feeling creep. All night in that same state, disappointed by my wake. Get dressed, get ready; pretend to be friendly again. Maybe It'll get better eventually.
Oh, I'm trying so hard. I'm in love with the dark. Can't stop picking apart my own thoughts. And I sit alone at lunchtime, cause my friends say I'm bumming them out. And I'm not denying it, and I think I'm dying soon. Oh.
Written by: Jesse Garcia
