Pill (Bonus Track)
This is me wanting to be better
Wanting to be something I'm not
Guess it is a bitter pill to swallow
The perfect little hollow I used to live in is gone
I've been telling you in writing
How I feel I want to die
I cannot feel a single thing
The blood is pumping in my veins
And just last week I saw myself break
For the first time and it scared me
I don't want to be like that
But I can't help myself from feeling
Like this baby
I've got nothing to lose
You can meet me at the park
Buried under the moon
Nothing but a shell
I will leave you soon
If I don't love myself
What makes you think that I love you?
The worst thing you can do is pick apart your mind
You get a shit ton of confessions and a lot of wasted time
I've been alone this whole time
And even though I've got my mind
I don't feel like I've lost a beat
But there is nothing above my feet
And I can make things with my hands
But I always fail to understand
What it is to be a man
And answer questions 'cause I can
Bees, the birds, the trees, the Earth
The awful feeling of desertion
I look at you and feel something
But I drive it down because you'll leave
When you are sick of talking to me
There is nothing to resume
By myself in an open room
With plenty of thoughts and things to do
But I myself
And by myself
And by myself
And by myself
I will
Wanting to be something I'm not
Guess it is a bitter pill to swallow
The perfect little hollow I used to live in is gone
I've been telling you in writing
How I feel I want to die
I cannot feel a single thing
The blood is pumping in my veins
And just last week I saw myself break
For the first time and it scared me
I don't want to be like that
But I can't help myself from feeling
Like this baby
I've got nothing to lose
You can meet me at the park
Buried under the moon
Nothing but a shell
I will leave you soon
If I don't love myself
What makes you think that I love you?
The worst thing you can do is pick apart your mind
You get a shit ton of confessions and a lot of wasted time
I've been alone this whole time
And even though I've got my mind
I don't feel like I've lost a beat
But there is nothing above my feet
And I can make things with my hands
But I always fail to understand
What it is to be a man
And answer questions 'cause I can
Bees, the birds, the trees, the Earth
The awful feeling of desertion
I look at you and feel something
But I drive it down because you'll leave
When you are sick of talking to me
There is nothing to resume
By myself in an open room
With plenty of thoughts and things to do
But I myself
And by myself
And by myself
And by myself
I will
Credits
Writer(s): Logan Hornyak
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