Lovesick
And I wrote back
You never had to call me you just pop up like a cat scratch
You always grabbing and you love to touch me like a cash grab
But I guess to you I make you feel right like you smoke crack
And you're someone who I never wanted to ever want back
See I've been fucking up my life and I know it
Crawling under girls lips do I show it?
One point was worried I'd die as a virgin
Now I roam at midnight
Only past in my sight
I feel haunted from myself
Look at you in my sight
My hand on your thigh
You're just my little hell
Am I in trouble
For crossing u double
Cause I look like you and like damn
Haunted by hearts that I stole and I broke
And the spines that I folded so sad
Live in my head I'm so mad
No ones hurts me this so bad
But I'm still haunted from the repercussions from the actions of my own hands
And I wrote back
You never had to call me you just pop up like a cat scratch
You always grabbing and you love to touch me like a cash grab
But I guess to you I make you feel right like you smoke crack
And you're someone who I never wanted to ever want back
I'm sick of love songs they were all about you
Serving bars getting cash so I can live without you
Loving the adrenaline that's what's left of me now
Run from 12, go to hell, Mother Mary forgive me
Saw death himself, and I yelled
Bitch you won't catch me
Amphetamines to a fiend bitch
She craved them so she sucked me
Never had an epiphany
My mind is always fucked up
The most sinister symphony
Bach with the new Toccata
Stuck between feelings
Now who is to blame?
You people or that I'm insane?
Cause, whenever I feel like I'm crossing the line
To black the memories fade
And if I am a demon then what is corruption?
A paradox inside my head
I carry the blade
Two shots to the leg
Fuck love, my father is pain
You never had to call me you just pop up like a cat scratch
You always grabbing and you love to touch me like a cash grab
But I guess to you I make you feel right like you smoke crack
And you're someone who I never wanted to ever want back
See I've been fucking up my life and I know it
Crawling under girls lips do I show it?
One point was worried I'd die as a virgin
Now I roam at midnight
Only past in my sight
I feel haunted from myself
Look at you in my sight
My hand on your thigh
You're just my little hell
Am I in trouble
For crossing u double
Cause I look like you and like damn
Haunted by hearts that I stole and I broke
And the spines that I folded so sad
Live in my head I'm so mad
No ones hurts me this so bad
But I'm still haunted from the repercussions from the actions of my own hands
And I wrote back
You never had to call me you just pop up like a cat scratch
You always grabbing and you love to touch me like a cash grab
But I guess to you I make you feel right like you smoke crack
And you're someone who I never wanted to ever want back
I'm sick of love songs they were all about you
Serving bars getting cash so I can live without you
Loving the adrenaline that's what's left of me now
Run from 12, go to hell, Mother Mary forgive me
Saw death himself, and I yelled
Bitch you won't catch me
Amphetamines to a fiend bitch
She craved them so she sucked me
Never had an epiphany
My mind is always fucked up
The most sinister symphony
Bach with the new Toccata
Stuck between feelings
Now who is to blame?
You people or that I'm insane?
Cause, whenever I feel like I'm crossing the line
To black the memories fade
And if I am a demon then what is corruption?
A paradox inside my head
I carry the blade
Two shots to the leg
Fuck love, my father is pain
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Writer(s): Athanasios Lois
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