Messages

What am I for them? Do not fucking care
Soul full of pride about what I accomplished right here
Feeling so sick, eyes so fucking itchy
Looking like a gangster with a railgun hit me
Dopeless fucking mind, filled with emptiness
You know this won't be the last time I fucking hit you
Up on your phone, please take me seriously
All the things I said, oh god don't hold that shit against me

Million messages ago, I tried to make you mine
Now my fucking heart is cold, this shit is made of ice
Million messages ago, I tried to make you mine
I don't give a fuck no more, would rather just have died

Shit ain't over
This shit can't be over
I know she can't feel me
Please don't leave me



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Franzen
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