i can't turn it off.
Get my number out your phone
Don't call me now
Girl you know I'm not your man
You were not around
When I needed someone to save me from hell
Hope you're left with no one, see just how I felt
I don't see the light, no not anymore
Something don't feel right
The heart inside my chest is sore
I don't wanna fight, no not anymore
Fuck this life, I might
Trip myself up on a sword
Sick of all these songs
I feel I did something wrong
Don't invite me out
I know I don't wanna come
Sit and scream and shout
About all the shit I've done
I feel broken and alone
I feel like I'm lund
Fucked up, I only can learn from the hard way
My lucks up, I guess that I'll do this the hard way
I'm cuffed up so girl you can get out of my way
I lucked up with her, I can't fuck up with her
Music make the struggle seem cool but I swear it's fucking not
You can never fathom what I been through, it's a fucking lot
Music only way I get through, that line goes right out to Hop
I don't like my fucking thoughts, I can't make it fucking stop
I can't turn it off
I don't wanna live at all
Where the fuck is God?
Never answer when I call
I'm right on the edge
I might trip and fucking fall
When I wind up dead
Don't act like that you're appalled
Get my number out your phone
Don't call me now
Girl you know I'm not your man
You were not around
When I needed someone to save me from hell
Hope you're left with no one, see just how I felt
I don't see the light, no not anymore
Something don't feel right
The heart inside my chest is sore
I don't wanna fight, no not anymore
Fuck this life, I might
Trip myself up on a sword
Sick of all these songs
I feel I did something wrong
Don't invite me out
I know I don't wanna come
Sit and scream and shout
About all the shit I've done
I feel broken and alone
I feel like I'm lund
Don't call me now
Girl you know I'm not your man
You were not around
When I needed someone to save me from hell
Hope you're left with no one, see just how I felt
I don't see the light, no not anymore
Something don't feel right
The heart inside my chest is sore
I don't wanna fight, no not anymore
Fuck this life, I might
Trip myself up on a sword
Sick of all these songs
I feel I did something wrong
Don't invite me out
I know I don't wanna come
Sit and scream and shout
About all the shit I've done
I feel broken and alone
I feel like I'm lund
Fucked up, I only can learn from the hard way
My lucks up, I guess that I'll do this the hard way
I'm cuffed up so girl you can get out of my way
I lucked up with her, I can't fuck up with her
Music make the struggle seem cool but I swear it's fucking not
You can never fathom what I been through, it's a fucking lot
Music only way I get through, that line goes right out to Hop
I don't like my fucking thoughts, I can't make it fucking stop
I can't turn it off
I don't wanna live at all
Where the fuck is God?
Never answer when I call
I'm right on the edge
I might trip and fucking fall
When I wind up dead
Don't act like that you're appalled
Get my number out your phone
Don't call me now
Girl you know I'm not your man
You were not around
When I needed someone to save me from hell
Hope you're left with no one, see just how I felt
I don't see the light, no not anymore
Something don't feel right
The heart inside my chest is sore
I don't wanna fight, no not anymore
Fuck this life, I might
Trip myself up on a sword
Sick of all these songs
I feel I did something wrong
Don't invite me out
I know I don't wanna come
Sit and scream and shout
About all the shit I've done
I feel broken and alone
I feel like I'm lund
Credits
Writer(s): Detmer Garrett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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