Empty
When did it all become so heavy that it fills my lungs?
I'll never understand how the fuck
You could ever love a mess like me
I've never felt so empty
(I've never felt so empty)
I'm getting easy to forget
Like everyone's the needle and I'm the fraying thread
I got the words you're thinking running through my head
Except that when you say them, you'll get what you won't expect
Just like the living dead (living dead)
That you won't expect
Have you ever had the feeling in a room that's full of people
That there's no one really there?
When did it all become so heavy that it fills my lungs?
I'll never understand how the fuck
You could ever love a mess like me
I've never felt so empty
(I've never felt so empty)
Don't care if I can't handle all of this
Like I'm running out of new ideas
What's the point of a gimmick when every day I am living it?
I've got knives in my back
But hate you breathing down my neck like this
Like I could never be enough (like this)
Like I'm a different kind of blood type
Am I exactly what you need?
Take the chains, I'm your freak
Cut me open, watch me fucking bleed
Watch me
When did it all become so heavy that it fills my lungs?
I'll never understand how the fuck
You could ever love a mess like me
I've never felt so empty
I've never felt so empty
(Just like this)
Am I exactly what you need?
Take the chains, I'm your freak
Cut me open, watch me fucking bleed
I'll never understand how the fuck
You could ever love a mess like me
I've never felt so empty
(I've never felt so empty)
I'm getting easy to forget
Like everyone's the needle and I'm the fraying thread
I got the words you're thinking running through my head
Except that when you say them, you'll get what you won't expect
Just like the living dead (living dead)
That you won't expect
Have you ever had the feeling in a room that's full of people
That there's no one really there?
When did it all become so heavy that it fills my lungs?
I'll never understand how the fuck
You could ever love a mess like me
I've never felt so empty
(I've never felt so empty)
Don't care if I can't handle all of this
Like I'm running out of new ideas
What's the point of a gimmick when every day I am living it?
I've got knives in my back
But hate you breathing down my neck like this
Like I could never be enough (like this)
Like I'm a different kind of blood type
Am I exactly what you need?
Take the chains, I'm your freak
Cut me open, watch me fucking bleed
Watch me
When did it all become so heavy that it fills my lungs?
I'll never understand how the fuck
You could ever love a mess like me
I've never felt so empty
I've never felt so empty
(Just like this)
Am I exactly what you need?
Take the chains, I'm your freak
Cut me open, watch me fucking bleed
Credits
Writer(s): Brenton Rakebrandt, George Pfaendner, Jack Bergin, James Mckendrick, Nat J Sherwood, Nat Sherwood, Riley Keane, Sam Bassal, Samuel Bassal
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