One, Two
One, two
What do I do?
Three, four
I'm not too sure
Five, six
I just cut my wrists
Seven, eight
Now I just wait
Nine, ten
I just want it to end
Eleven, twelve
I'm going to Hell
Can't you tell
I'm doing so well
I can't tell
I'm not doing well
Him, her
Him, him, her
Yeah they all hurt
Opposite of church
Cursed
Burst
The dam has been damned by a battering ram and emotions they ran
Chance he didn't stand
This is not his land
And his hand is really poor
But he's done this before
Feeling that he's not wanted anymore
Felt feel
He knows he's sure
And he is so sore
I got no reason for life
I got no reason to try
I think I'm gonna get high
I know I won't get by
Goodbye
One, two
What do I do?
Three, four
I'm not too sure
Five, six
I just cut my wrists
Seven, eight
Now I just wait
Nine, ten
I just want it to end
Eleven, twelve
I'm going to Hell
Can't you tell
I'm doing so well
I can't tell
I'm not doing well
They wanna see him smile
I wish I wasn't Kyle
Living in denial
Life was a trial
It's coming to an end
Then I can fulfill
Kill
Killed
Practice made me skilled
Simply sheer will
There's so much blood
I'm sorry that I'm fucked
I can't get up
I'm stuck in a spot
A place where everything is grey
And you feel decayed
I wish you would've stayed
What do I do?
Three, four
I'm not too sure
Five, six
I just cut my wrists
Seven, eight
Now I just wait
Nine, ten
I just want it to end
Eleven, twelve
I'm going to Hell
Can't you tell
I'm doing so well
I can't tell
I'm not doing well
Him, her
Him, him, her
Yeah they all hurt
Opposite of church
Cursed
Burst
The dam has been damned by a battering ram and emotions they ran
Chance he didn't stand
This is not his land
And his hand is really poor
But he's done this before
Feeling that he's not wanted anymore
Felt feel
He knows he's sure
And he is so sore
I got no reason for life
I got no reason to try
I think I'm gonna get high
I know I won't get by
Goodbye
One, two
What do I do?
Three, four
I'm not too sure
Five, six
I just cut my wrists
Seven, eight
Now I just wait
Nine, ten
I just want it to end
Eleven, twelve
I'm going to Hell
Can't you tell
I'm doing so well
I can't tell
I'm not doing well
They wanna see him smile
I wish I wasn't Kyle
Living in denial
Life was a trial
It's coming to an end
Then I can fulfill
Kill
Killed
Practice made me skilled
Simply sheer will
There's so much blood
I'm sorry that I'm fucked
I can't get up
I'm stuck in a spot
A place where everything is grey
And you feel decayed
I wish you would've stayed
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Spano
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