Bad Blood
I've had so many times that I've given up
Wanting to die, so I'll give it up
What's the point in trying
When every path I take leads me to the same dream?
Maybe I'll quit fucking around
And do something with this life I was given
'Cause I sure as hell ain't moving while I'm here
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
But I can't move on
I'm still stuck in my old ways of keeping it inside
So it stays
Bottled up like a fucking grenade
So tell me, does this shit get any better?
'Cause I'm fucked, and I know I can't get any better
I'm wasting my time looking for the signs
I've wasted my life waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
You can't just follow me there
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
But I can't move on
I'm still stuck in my old ways of keeping it inside
So it stays
Bottled up like a fucking grenade
I'm taking it back
Taking my life back
I'm taking it back (so sick of the times that I've given up)
Taking my life back (wanting to die, so I'll give it up)
I'm taking it back
You can't keep it from me
You can't keep it from me
You can't keep it from me
You can't keep it from me
Wanting to die, so I'll give it up
What's the point in trying
When every path I take leads me to the same dream?
Maybe I'll quit fucking around
And do something with this life I was given
'Cause I sure as hell ain't moving while I'm here
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
But I can't move on
I'm still stuck in my old ways of keeping it inside
So it stays
Bottled up like a fucking grenade
So tell me, does this shit get any better?
'Cause I'm fucked, and I know I can't get any better
I'm wasting my time looking for the signs
I've wasted my life waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
Waiting for the signs
You can't just follow me there
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
I need to get away, get away
Get away from all of this
But I can't move on
I'm still stuck in my old ways of keeping it inside
So it stays
Bottled up like a fucking grenade
I'm taking it back
Taking my life back
I'm taking it back (so sick of the times that I've given up)
Taking my life back (wanting to die, so I'll give it up)
I'm taking it back
You can't keep it from me
You can't keep it from me
You can't keep it from me
You can't keep it from me
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Smith, Harvey Freeman, Jack Bowdery, Matas Michailovskis, Pete Woolven
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