Teardrops
Teardrops
We hurt ourselves for fun
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb
Addicted to a lonely kind of love
What I wanna know
Is how we got this stressed out
Paranoid
Everything is going dark
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
I'm tripping on the edge
High as a kite, I'm never coming down
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels
To be alone
So how'd we get this stressed out?
Paranoid
Everything is going dark
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
Teardrops
Teardrops
I'm running outta teardrops
The emptiness is heavier than you think
We hurt ourselves for fun
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb
Addicted to a lonely kind of love
What I wanna know
Is how we got this stressed out
Paranoid
Everything is going dark
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
I'm tripping on the edge
High as a kite, I'm never coming down
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels
To be alone
So how'd we get this stressed out?
Paranoid
Everything is going dark
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
I'm running outta teardrops
Let it hurt 'til it stops
I can't keep my grip
I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked
But I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
Teardrops
Teardrops
I'm running outta teardrops
The emptiness is heavier than you think
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Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Jordan Keith Attwood Fish
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