Feelings, Emotions, Yeah, I Hate It
Feelings and emotions
Whipping up potions
Got some shit up in my head
Got me out of bed
Drag a cigarette as I walk and lean alone
Could you tell that I'm hitting lows
Could you be the one to give me hope?
I've been asking too much
My wrist ain't fucked
But my legs are cut
Does that make you sad?
Everyone's running away
Why the fuck you stay?
Nothing comes for free
What you want from me?
Where were you back then?
All I want is a friend
All I ever wanted was a fucking friend
All I ever got was a glimpse of the end
I know my time is near
So I fear every day
When the blade kiss my wrist, will I really push it?
I don't know
I don't know
I ain't got no hope
Could someone hope for me
Hopefully, you will see
I'm a waste of breath
Just give me death
There's nothing left
Was it something I said?
Nah
You're all right
And I'm all wrong
Please be gone
While I write this song
Hit my bong
Gotta get high
Express my woes
Self assess these lows
Depress my CNS like it's a foe
Mix it with wine from the grocery store
Sipping white with the purple and I hate my life
Been sober for two weeks
I'm about to relapse
Collapse
OD on feelings and emotions
Yeah, I hate it
Whipping up potions
Got some shit up in my head
Got me out of bed
Drag a cigarette as I walk and lean alone
Could you tell that I'm hitting lows
Could you be the one to give me hope?
I've been asking too much
My wrist ain't fucked
But my legs are cut
Does that make you sad?
Everyone's running away
Why the fuck you stay?
Nothing comes for free
What you want from me?
Where were you back then?
All I want is a friend
All I ever wanted was a fucking friend
All I ever got was a glimpse of the end
I know my time is near
So I fear every day
When the blade kiss my wrist, will I really push it?
I don't know
I don't know
I ain't got no hope
Could someone hope for me
Hopefully, you will see
I'm a waste of breath
Just give me death
There's nothing left
Was it something I said?
Nah
You're all right
And I'm all wrong
Please be gone
While I write this song
Hit my bong
Gotta get high
Express my woes
Self assess these lows
Depress my CNS like it's a foe
Mix it with wine from the grocery store
Sipping white with the purple and I hate my life
Been sober for two weeks
I'm about to relapse
Collapse
OD on feelings and emotions
Yeah, I hate it
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Writer(s): Kyle Spano
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