What You Make Me
My heartache punctures glass
Will I always come in last
I could give a fuck about my fatigue
Will you always be there for me
Peace of mind comes with time
I'd sure like to show you mine
I hate the world when it must be
Scheduled for tragedy
Tortured time, old, retold
pessimistic attempt, hate molds
Crying, Dying
Before I become what you make me
Take all your fucking lies
And turn away with your eyes
If we were to confide
You'd be right there by my side
Will I always come in last
I could give a fuck about my fatigue
Will you always be there for me
Peace of mind comes with time
I'd sure like to show you mine
I hate the world when it must be
Scheduled for tragedy
Tortured time, old, retold
pessimistic attempt, hate molds
Crying, Dying
Before I become what you make me
Take all your fucking lies
And turn away with your eyes
If we were to confide
You'd be right there by my side
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Writer(s): Once Moreover, Toby Ciprich
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