Rather Be Dead
Won't let you speak in tongues
What's done is done, it's done
I'll stop at nothing just to let my skeleton sleep in silence
'Cause the enemy of love is a friend of mine
And the way that I hate you is do or die
Got me thinking in my head and it's suicide
What did I
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
I'm sick of living it over and over again
My scars are none of your business
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
Don't push me, I'm done with talking
Left me with no other option
You put the nail in the coffin
Why won't you just let it die?
'Cause the enemy of love is a friend of mine
And the way that I hate you is do or die
Got me thinking in my head and it's suicide
What did I
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
I'm sick of living it over and over again
My scars are none of your business
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
Watch you suffer 'til you stop
Grab your coat and leave
So grab a shovel, baby
It's time to dig a hole
To throw my body in
To lay with my regrets and bones
Suffocate on your predicament
The past is up to me
Watch you suffer 'til you stop
It's okay, now you can rest in peace
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
I'm sick of living it over and over again
My scars are none of your business
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
What's done is done, it's done
I'll stop at nothing just to let my skeleton sleep in silence
'Cause the enemy of love is a friend of mine
And the way that I hate you is do or die
Got me thinking in my head and it's suicide
What did I
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
I'm sick of living it over and over again
My scars are none of your business
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
Don't push me, I'm done with talking
Left me with no other option
You put the nail in the coffin
Why won't you just let it die?
'Cause the enemy of love is a friend of mine
And the way that I hate you is do or die
Got me thinking in my head and it's suicide
What did I
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
I'm sick of living it over and over again
My scars are none of your business
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
Watch you suffer 'til you stop
Grab your coat and leave
So grab a shovel, baby
It's time to dig a hole
To throw my body in
To lay with my regrets and bones
Suffocate on your predicament
The past is up to me
Watch you suffer 'til you stop
It's okay, now you can rest in peace
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
I'm sick of living it over and over again
My scars are none of your business
You wanna dig up the past, I'd rather be dead
Credits
Writer(s): John William Feldmann, Kevin Gruft, Matt Mcandrew, Craig Mabbit, Erik Jensen
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