Killing Myself
Feeling sick to my stomach
Again.
I just hung up the phone
My thoughts returned again
And everything's so fucked up
(why is it my fault?)
What am I doin' to me.
I'm killing myself slowly
Killing myself
When I'm with you
I pull you deep down in my lungs
(my blackened lungs)
I hold you in till I can't anymore
And fly away
(I fly all day)
Killing myself
When I find out
I'll be sad.
(Sad, sad, sad)
Again.
I just hung up the phone
My thoughts returned again
And everything's so fucked up
(why is it my fault?)
What am I doin' to me.
I'm killing myself slowly
Killing myself
When I'm with you
I pull you deep down in my lungs
(my blackened lungs)
I hold you in till I can't anymore
And fly away
(I fly all day)
Killing myself
When I find out
I'll be sad.
(Sad, sad, sad)
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Writer(s): Rick White
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