ThiShit
What is it that I have
That you want and can't grab
Why do you torture me
With your thoughts like disease
Why can't I ever see
What you mean
Where are we
How will this ever end
Enemy's that once were friends
Leave this wound, in my head
In my heart, in my hands
See the blood all around
Pooling up, spilling down
Who cares
Not me
I could give a shit
About all of this
I could give a shit
About all of this
What would I want with this
Why is it my business
I don't need more of it
Away from thishit
I'm so sick... so sick
Why am I so distraught
Over what I have fought
I don't see what's so wrong
Why does it take so long
Just to know who's to blame
Never mind, I heard my name
Do with me as you want
It's more fun for the hunt
Leave this wound, in my head
In my heart, in my hands
See the blood all around
Pooling up, spilling down
Who cares
Not me
I could give a shit
About all of this
I could give a shit
About all of this
What would I want with this
Why is it my business
I don't need more of it
Away from thishit
I'm so sick... so sick
It's my turn to lie to you
I never thought you were a fool
I think you are the best
At what you do, regardless
Of who you are, and what you've done
Nothing but second to none
Aren't you proud of all of this
Adding up, to worthless shit
Leave this wound, in my head
In my heart, in my hands
See the blood all around
Pooling up, spilling down
What would I want with this
Why is it my business
I don't need more of it
Keep me Away from thishit
That you want and can't grab
Why do you torture me
With your thoughts like disease
Why can't I ever see
What you mean
Where are we
How will this ever end
Enemy's that once were friends
Leave this wound, in my head
In my heart, in my hands
See the blood all around
Pooling up, spilling down
Who cares
Not me
I could give a shit
About all of this
I could give a shit
About all of this
What would I want with this
Why is it my business
I don't need more of it
Away from thishit
I'm so sick... so sick
Why am I so distraught
Over what I have fought
I don't see what's so wrong
Why does it take so long
Just to know who's to blame
Never mind, I heard my name
Do with me as you want
It's more fun for the hunt
Leave this wound, in my head
In my heart, in my hands
See the blood all around
Pooling up, spilling down
Who cares
Not me
I could give a shit
About all of this
I could give a shit
About all of this
What would I want with this
Why is it my business
I don't need more of it
Away from thishit
I'm so sick... so sick
It's my turn to lie to you
I never thought you were a fool
I think you are the best
At what you do, regardless
Of who you are, and what you've done
Nothing but second to none
Aren't you proud of all of this
Adding up, to worthless shit
Leave this wound, in my head
In my heart, in my hands
See the blood all around
Pooling up, spilling down
What would I want with this
Why is it my business
I don't need more of it
Keep me Away from thishit
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Writer(s): Rene Rosa
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