Help Me
I never wanted to hurt you like that
Now I guess karma's repaying me back
These polaroids lie to me
Love wasn't that
All of our memories fading to black
Overdose ecstacy
Matter of fact
To deal with the come down I'm gripping a strap
Took too many pills
Spit em out in my lap
I wish that you hated me
Never come back
Your silhouette turned into cigarette smoke
Now I'm alone and my life is a joke
Don't talk about me like I'm someone you know
I'm not the guy in the letters you wrote
Honestly you're probably better alone
Promises broke
They shatter like glass
I picked up the pieces with cuts on my hands
I wish you could meet me now
See who I am
And realize that I turned out less of a man
Help me
I'm fucked up
I can't feel your love
I feel so damn numb
I can't put down this gun
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
Help me
So many years that we wasted, for what?
And you weren't just cutting your wrists for the fuck of it
You were in pain and you just tried to cover it
Crooked emotions drove you to discover that
We were both caught in a suicide covenant
I was your Romeo
You were my Juliet
Seek to destroy everything that you love
Put my hand on the trigger
And you hold the gun
Help me
I'm fucked up
I can't feel your love
I feel so damn numb
I can't put down this gun
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
Help me
Now I guess karma's repaying me back
These polaroids lie to me
Love wasn't that
All of our memories fading to black
Overdose ecstacy
Matter of fact
To deal with the come down I'm gripping a strap
Took too many pills
Spit em out in my lap
I wish that you hated me
Never come back
Your silhouette turned into cigarette smoke
Now I'm alone and my life is a joke
Don't talk about me like I'm someone you know
I'm not the guy in the letters you wrote
Honestly you're probably better alone
Promises broke
They shatter like glass
I picked up the pieces with cuts on my hands
I wish you could meet me now
See who I am
And realize that I turned out less of a man
Help me
I'm fucked up
I can't feel your love
I feel so damn numb
I can't put down this gun
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
Help me
So many years that we wasted, for what?
And you weren't just cutting your wrists for the fuck of it
You were in pain and you just tried to cover it
Crooked emotions drove you to discover that
We were both caught in a suicide covenant
I was your Romeo
You were my Juliet
Seek to destroy everything that you love
Put my hand on the trigger
And you hold the gun
Help me
I'm fucked up
I can't feel your love
I feel so damn numb
I can't put down this gun
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
I'm fucked up
Help me
Help me
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Writer(s): Vexxille, Vstro
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