Borderline

Dead weight
How, how did I get this bad?
Face to face
With my, mental struggles
Endless regret
I feel a hand on my chest
And a voice in my head
But it's my own, not the devils or deaths

I'm in a state of rumination
Still waiting for an explanation

Where's the exit
Get me out, I think I'm about
To lose what's left
Of my sanity
Where's the door
Fed up, fucked up
Wasted potential
The past is gone, don't want to get sentimental

Fed up, fucked up, mental attrition
Now I'm just waiting for an explanation
Left waiting for an explanation
Still waiting

Where's the exit
Get me out, I think I'm about
To lose what's left
Of my sanity
Where's the door
Fed up, fucked up
Wasted potential
The past is gone, don't want to get sentimental

My whole life is in the gutter
Motherfucker
Feels like I was born
Born to suffer

Born to suffer

Borderline
My thoughts interrupted
Borderline
Existence corrupted
Borderline
My thoughts interrupted
Borderline
And I've socially fucked it, again



Credits
Writer(s): David Meldrum
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