Therapy
I got
White on my nails
Passed out
Woke up in hell
I won't
Complain about
The things that stress me out
I'm sitting silently
Life goes
I waste away
Death notes
I secretly
Write those
It freaks them out
But when I speak out loud
They never minding me
Wait
I need a second
To curve the heart break that I don't mention
In the hallways the eyes I'm catching
The laughs they call me names
It's all the same
And change
I need a second
This month I fought hate they assessed it
I'm just a punk they say
On drugs they think
My anxious mind is screaming
Now I'm
Close to the edge and I'm not
Comfortable with it
So when I'm all gone, falling down
I ask myself who gives a shit
Make me regret they spend my
Time under tension
So when this all comes falling down
I'll ask myself who gives a shit
I got
Ink in my flesh
Eyes roll
It's seeping in
I'm not
Someone they like
But all the girls they might
I'm sitting quietly
Write songs
So much has changed
Typos
Increase the fame
Fake smiles
Along with friendly gestures
Who tell me that they wish the best for me
Wait
I need a friend that
Is genuine and not play pretending
I missed your text last night
Lose urgency
For anyone that's close to me
No way
If it's the end then
Paint my coffin a bloody red tint
When I've gone to sleep
Hug mom for me
Through days and nights of screaming
Now I'm
Close to the edge and I'm not
Comfortable with it
So when I'm all gone, falling down
I ask myself who gives a shit
Make me regret they spend my
Time under tension
So when this all comes falling down
I'll ask myself who gives a shit
Close to the edge and I'm not
Comfortable with it
So when I'm all gone, falling down
I ask myself who gives a shit
Make me regret they spend my
Time under tension
So when this all comes falling down
I'll ask myself who gives a shit
White on my nails
Passed out
Woke up in hell
I won't
Complain about
The things that stress me out
I'm sitting silently
Life goes
I waste away
Death notes
I secretly
Write those
It freaks them out
But when I speak out loud
They never minding me
Wait
I need a second
To curve the heart break that I don't mention
In the hallways the eyes I'm catching
The laughs they call me names
It's all the same
And change
I need a second
This month I fought hate they assessed it
I'm just a punk they say
On drugs they think
My anxious mind is screaming
Now I'm
Close to the edge and I'm not
Comfortable with it
So when I'm all gone, falling down
I ask myself who gives a shit
Make me regret they spend my
Time under tension
So when this all comes falling down
I'll ask myself who gives a shit
I got
Ink in my flesh
Eyes roll
It's seeping in
I'm not
Someone they like
But all the girls they might
I'm sitting quietly
Write songs
So much has changed
Typos
Increase the fame
Fake smiles
Along with friendly gestures
Who tell me that they wish the best for me
Wait
I need a friend that
Is genuine and not play pretending
I missed your text last night
Lose urgency
For anyone that's close to me
No way
If it's the end then
Paint my coffin a bloody red tint
When I've gone to sleep
Hug mom for me
Through days and nights of screaming
Now I'm
Close to the edge and I'm not
Comfortable with it
So when I'm all gone, falling down
I ask myself who gives a shit
Make me regret they spend my
Time under tension
So when this all comes falling down
I'll ask myself who gives a shit
Close to the edge and I'm not
Comfortable with it
So when I'm all gone, falling down
I ask myself who gives a shit
Make me regret they spend my
Time under tension
So when this all comes falling down
I'll ask myself who gives a shit
Credits
Writer(s): Austyn Tyler Joseph Contrastano, Andrew Thomas Sorenson
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