the way that it’s going

real haunted mound
every time i talk i wish you'd punch me in the face
why open my mouth, feel like such a waste of space
everything leads to nothing, life is just a big arms race
i don't care that you're not here, i didn't like you anyway
what is occurring, days are so blurry
feels like a flurry all in my head
death needs to hurry, life isn't for me
but i am worried arms stain with red
heart is still burning, and i'm still learning
but i am turning over with dread
i'll make it to thirty, if i am worthy
react adversely, what life i have led
the way that it's going, i'll lose to my head
all this time i tried growing just to end up dead
my brain's quiet like it's snowing, now just go to bed
i'm tired of just hoping, pessimist instead
uh, oh, oh
uh, oh ooh
uh, uh ooh
uh, uh ooh
i'm so immature
i'm so insecure
kid lock on my door
freaking out on the floor
i'm so immature
i'm so insecure
kid lock on my door
freaking out on the floor
the- the- the way that it's going, that it's going
the way that it's going i'll lose to my head
all this time i tried growing just to end up dead
my brain's quiet like it's snowing, now just go to bed
i'm tired of just hoping, pessimist instead
the way that it's going
that it's going
the way that it's going
that it's going
the way that it's going
the way- ay- ay- ay- ay
what is occurring, days are so blurry
feels like a flurry all in my head
death needs to hurry, life isn't for me
but i am worried arms stain with red
heart is still burning, and i'm still learning
but i am turning over with dread
i'll make it to thirty, if i am worthy
react adversely, what life i have led
the way that it's going, i'll lose to my head
all this time i tried growing just to end up dead
my brain's quiet like it's snowing, now just go to bed
i'm tired of just hoping, pessimist instead
the way that it's going, i'll lose to my head
all this time i tried growing just to end up dead
my brain's quiet like it's snowing, now just go to bed
i'm tired of just hoping, pessimist instead
the way that it's going, i'll lose to my head
all this time i tried growing just to end up dead
my brain's quiet like it's snowing, now just go to bed
i'm tired of just hoping, pessimist instead



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Writer(s): Seth Fulton
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