Insomnia
All those pills got my mind fucked up (Fuck)
Can't even tell if my friends are fake or not
Sleeping issues got me tired when I wake up
But I still cannot fucking sleep when the night has come (Fuck)
Reload my gat, fill the duffle bag with racks (Bang, bang, bang)
Spent on meds, just to comprehend that I'm a sad fucking sap
Ain't no thang, that I can change, I'm selling debts, off the xans
But still I got some smack since my last bi-
But still I got some smack since my last bitch left (Bitch left)
Ain't a thing that I really wanna change (Change)
Everytime I see myself in a fucking mirror (Mirror)
Broken pieces of myself keep reflecting and shattering (Fuck)
The glass is breaking into thousand fucking pieces (Fuck)
But it just seems like I fucking can't forget things (Why)
I feel like everything is burning down
Yeah everything that I build up on my own (On my own)
Everything that I did was just a tip
Sold my fortune for the pint that I gon' sip (Fuck)
Why can't things just be so fucking easy? (Why? Tell me)
Why does everyone need to be so fucking greedy? (Fuck)
Why do I feel like this life just ain't made for me?
I need some help, please can somebody just come and save me?
Can't even tell if my friends are fake or not
Sleeping issues got me tired when I wake up
But I still cannot fucking sleep when the night has come (Fuck)
Reload my gat, fill the duffle bag with racks (Bang, bang, bang)
Spent on meds, just to comprehend that I'm a sad fucking sap
Ain't no thang, that I can change, I'm selling debts, off the xans
But still I got some smack since my last bi-
But still I got some smack since my last bitch left (Bitch left)
Ain't a thing that I really wanna change (Change)
Everytime I see myself in a fucking mirror (Mirror)
Broken pieces of myself keep reflecting and shattering (Fuck)
The glass is breaking into thousand fucking pieces (Fuck)
But it just seems like I fucking can't forget things (Why)
I feel like everything is burning down
Yeah everything that I build up on my own (On my own)
Everything that I did was just a tip
Sold my fortune for the pint that I gon' sip (Fuck)
Why can't things just be so fucking easy? (Why? Tell me)
Why does everyone need to be so fucking greedy? (Fuck)
Why do I feel like this life just ain't made for me?
I need some help, please can somebody just come and save me?
Credits
Writer(s): Judas Cain
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Other Album Tracks
All Album Tracks: When Life Gives You Lemons, They're Probably Second Hand - Single >
Altri album
- Walking Blind - Single
- Heartless
- Sad/Dead/Regret - Single
- Misery And The Thoughts Within Me
- Kerosene - Single
- Played My Life Like A Game Of Chess
- Played My Life Like a Game of Chess - Single
- When Life Gives You Lemons, They're Probably Second Hand - Single
- When Life Gives You Lemons, They're Probably Second Hand
- Addictions/Disgrace/Selfhate/Etc. - Single
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