Layed Up

You're gonna be sorry bitch boy
Layed up in my bed and I don't feel right
You might
Think that I'm okay but I'm this way all night
Just try
All we care about is shit that's not real
Lost feelings and now I spend days (?)
I can't stop doing it
I can't stop you either
All these drugs up in my blood
I feel like I'm losing it
Now I'm just puking it
This pain is permanent
They said I would never get better
And I'm proving it
And I close my eyes and wonder
If I died right now here in my slumber
Would they even care?
In a couple years when you hear my name
Can you feel all of my fears?
Popping pills
Tell me why I keep em tucked
And if none of this is real then why do I still give a fuck
All these numbers on your screen
that could be gone with just one touch
No this doesn't mean a thing besides that I'm not giving up
Layed up in my bed and I don't feel right
You might
Think that I'm okay but I'm this way all night
Just try
All we care about is shit that's not real
Lost feelings and now I spend days (?)
Layed up in my bed and I don't feel right
Think that I'm okay but I'm this way all night
All I care about is shit that's not real
Left me broken down with all these damn pills



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Writer(s): Hanna Wood
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