Call Somebody
Only a call away, didn't matter
Not the first time you tried, to end whatever
It's not a new feeling, gave you pleasure
It's only then you feel, a little better
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your fucking wrist
You waited for my call
And I just wanted you to talk
I want you to be happy
I'm not so lost that I can't see
You're in to deep, can't reach the sea
I wanna pull you out of your misery
It's the rage that's on lockdown in me
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
It's the rage that's on lockdown in me
And I can not do what I can't see
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
And you can not just cut it away
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your fucking wrist
Looked out to far don't know what you wanted to be
I didn't leave your side when I lost my seat
And all the voices telling you, you have to go
I just want you to know, you cannot close this door
It's all the maniacs that's running through the streets
It's all the kids and men and all the noise they make
It's all the maniacs that wanna have it all
And all the folks around me just give me a call
Call a friend
Call a friend
Call somebody
You should call somebody
Call a fucking friend
Not the first time you tried, to end whatever
It's not a new feeling, gave you pleasure
It's only then you feel, a little better
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your fucking wrist
You waited for my call
And I just wanted you to talk
I want you to be happy
I'm not so lost that I can't see
You're in to deep, can't reach the sea
I wanna pull you out of your misery
It's the rage that's on lockdown in me
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
It's the rage that's on lockdown in me
And I can not do what I can't see
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
It's the rage that's on lockdown in you
And you can not just cut it away
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your wrist
Cut your fucking wrist
Looked out to far don't know what you wanted to be
I didn't leave your side when I lost my seat
And all the voices telling you, you have to go
I just want you to know, you cannot close this door
It's all the maniacs that's running through the streets
It's all the kids and men and all the noise they make
It's all the maniacs that wanna have it all
And all the folks around me just give me a call
Call a friend
Call a friend
Call somebody
You should call somebody
Call a fucking friend
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Writer(s): Jasper Fabricius, Mattias Tulestedt, Jonatan Teodor Tulestedt Jarvel
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