Blood, Sweat, Tears

Blood, sweat, tears
I've been hating all of these, accordingly
'Cause I don't want to share a weakness

Would you want a piece of me
If you could see
What's really happening on the inside

Nothing that I wanna be comes easily
I must admit, I'm over trying

Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
Used to happen all the time
Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
Hasn't happened in a while

So blasé
How can things come naturally to you, not me
I'm sick of playing second fiddle

Nothing that you say or do could take me to
A place that I could share with strangers

And I can feel my body rot from top to toe
To top it off, it hurts a lot

Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
Used to happen all the time
Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
Hasn't happened in a while

Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
Used to happen all the time
Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
Hasn't happened in a while

You're always on the run
You're always on the run

You're always on the run
You're always on the run



Credits
Writer(s): Adam John Thompson
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