All I Am Is Alone
Sinking just comes so naturally
When you're your own self sabotaging enemy
I've let my own self hatred swallow me alive
And I can't stand the man that I've been and I hate who I am
Oh my God, if you are listening to me at all
All I want is to love myself the same way that you've always loved me
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my neck?
And there has to be a point
Where that marionette gives way to
My own self doubt and the fact
That I'm not meant for this world
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my neck?
Sinking just comes so naturally
When you're your own self sabotaging enemy
I've let my own self hatred swallow me alive
And I can't stand the man that I've been
And I hate who I am
Am I just biding time until I return to the soil?
Am I just biding time until I return to the soil?
Am I just biding time until I return to the soil?
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my own neck?
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my own neck?
When you're your own self sabotaging enemy
I've let my own self hatred swallow me alive
And I can't stand the man that I've been and I hate who I am
Oh my God, if you are listening to me at all
All I want is to love myself the same way that you've always loved me
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my neck?
And there has to be a point
Where that marionette gives way to
My own self doubt and the fact
That I'm not meant for this world
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my neck?
Sinking just comes so naturally
When you're your own self sabotaging enemy
I've let my own self hatred swallow me alive
And I can't stand the man that I've been
And I hate who I am
Am I just biding time until I return to the soil?
Am I just biding time until I return to the soil?
Am I just biding time until I return to the soil?
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my own neck?
Will there ever come a day
When I feel like I'm okay?
Will my worn hands stop shaking
When they're wrapped around my own neck?
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Prater, Delwrick Nanthou, Gordon Mcpherson, Nicholas Skogmo
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