Did You Really

Think you had it much harder than the rest
Well this is no contest
No this is no contest

All the fighting that's stained inside my head
Will be there till I'm dead
Will be there till I'm dead

Sex slash death is in my head
Be there till I'm dead
I'll spit out what else I'm fed

Did you really want to scar our past?
Did you really want to grow so old?
Did you really want to make us hurt?

Whatsoever I'll put it down to time
And take what's left that's mine
And take what's left that's mine

In the end I guess everyone's the same
And nobody's to blame
And nobody's to blame

Sex slash death is in my head
Be there until I'm dead
I'll spit out what else I'm fed

Did you really want to scar our past?
Did you really want to grow so old?
Did you really want to make us hurt?



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Mitchell, Brett Mitchell, Chris Daymond, Vanessa Thornton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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