this will hurt in the morning
Sometimes I write death notes and I put them on a display
And People come to watch me but they never read the words
I feel like my life is constructed by these miseries
Symphonies to play when I'm gone
I write from the soul like a bard in a tragedy but people always tell me I should focus on the brand
My life is a game cause nothing ever feels alive not even with a touch, I want to be alone
Sometimes I like drinking by myself
Some nights I like smoking by myself
Some nights I like tearing up myself
I'll sing the eulogy all by myself
Last night I wanted to die
I Don't know how I survived
Let's mess it up again
It's just the two of us
Last night I wanted to die
But I feel so alive
Bring me a cigarette
I need to burn my lungs
It doesn't take much
To break things down
When everything you wanted left you hanging on the rain all alone
It doesn't take much
I break things down
Everything I wanted left me hanging on the rain all alone
Self inflicting trauma with precision I thought things were getting better
Memories are drunk so I'm not able to share them
I'm always trying to hide them like a thing under the bedding
Cause I'm mixing my decisions with fake promises and alcohol
Sometimes I like drinking by myself
Some nights I like smoking by myself
Some nights I like tearing up myself
I'll sing the eulogy all by myself
Graveyard shifting in my head so I can't go to sleep
When I'm fighting with myself I get competitive
Some nights I do not give a fuck put poison in my gut
My head keeps hurting in the morning I went to hell and back
I loose my patience in the dark and my reflex is bad
Every feeling I can't process I just burn it like a dart
All my heroes were o heroine
Tell me how punk is that
Because something deep inside of me
Wants me to fall apart damn
Last night I wanted to die
I Don't know how I survived
Let's mess it up again
It's just the two of us
Last night I wanted to die
But now I feel so alive
Bring me a cigarette
I need to burn my lungs
It doesn't take much
To break things down
When everything you wanted left you hanging on the rain all alone
It doesn't take much
I break things down
Everything I wanted left me hanging on the rain all alone
And People come to watch me but they never read the words
I feel like my life is constructed by these miseries
Symphonies to play when I'm gone
I write from the soul like a bard in a tragedy but people always tell me I should focus on the brand
My life is a game cause nothing ever feels alive not even with a touch, I want to be alone
Sometimes I like drinking by myself
Some nights I like smoking by myself
Some nights I like tearing up myself
I'll sing the eulogy all by myself
Last night I wanted to die
I Don't know how I survived
Let's mess it up again
It's just the two of us
Last night I wanted to die
But I feel so alive
Bring me a cigarette
I need to burn my lungs
It doesn't take much
To break things down
When everything you wanted left you hanging on the rain all alone
It doesn't take much
I break things down
Everything I wanted left me hanging on the rain all alone
Self inflicting trauma with precision I thought things were getting better
Memories are drunk so I'm not able to share them
I'm always trying to hide them like a thing under the bedding
Cause I'm mixing my decisions with fake promises and alcohol
Sometimes I like drinking by myself
Some nights I like smoking by myself
Some nights I like tearing up myself
I'll sing the eulogy all by myself
Graveyard shifting in my head so I can't go to sleep
When I'm fighting with myself I get competitive
Some nights I do not give a fuck put poison in my gut
My head keeps hurting in the morning I went to hell and back
I loose my patience in the dark and my reflex is bad
Every feeling I can't process I just burn it like a dart
All my heroes were o heroine
Tell me how punk is that
Because something deep inside of me
Wants me to fall apart damn
Last night I wanted to die
I Don't know how I survived
Let's mess it up again
It's just the two of us
Last night I wanted to die
But now I feel so alive
Bring me a cigarette
I need to burn my lungs
It doesn't take much
To break things down
When everything you wanted left you hanging on the rain all alone
It doesn't take much
I break things down
Everything I wanted left me hanging on the rain all alone
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Writer(s): Filippos Zakouras
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