body bag
I talk to God, but the sky is empty
So I wake up, and I feel angry
And I carry this feeling with me all my life
What are prayers, if no one listens?
Empty screams, without forgiveness
I've been trying to just survive this all my life
Oh can you help me?
I've been fighting for the longest time
Can you help me?
I'm bleeding out with no one by my side
I was born in a body bag
Always knew I wasn't meant for the life I have
And I planned my own funeral when I was ten
In every dream I'm on death row again
I was born in a body bag
I'm a prisoner hostage of my own head
Maybe there's a world in which I'm not sad
But why not, why not this one?
And I've been stuck in this God body
If I jump, would anyone stop me?
I'll be with the moon and stars in a couple nights
And I'm sure that I don't need a witness
To know this pain's more than just a illness
But I spiral and can't get out every night
Oh can you help me?
I've been fighting for the longest time
Can you help me?
I'm bleeding out with no one by my side
I was born in a body bag
Always knew I wasn't meant for the life I have
And I planned my own funeral when I was ten
In every dream I'm on death row again
I was born in a body bag
I'm a prisoner hostage of my own head
Maybe there's a world in which I'm not sad
But why not, why not this one?
I was born in a body bag
Always knew I wasn't meant for the life I have
And I planned my own funeral when I was ten
In every dream I'm on death row again
I was born in a body bag
I'm a prisoner hostage of my own head
Maybe there's a world in which I'm not sad
But why not, why not this one?
So I wake up, and I feel angry
And I carry this feeling with me all my life
What are prayers, if no one listens?
Empty screams, without forgiveness
I've been trying to just survive this all my life
Oh can you help me?
I've been fighting for the longest time
Can you help me?
I'm bleeding out with no one by my side
I was born in a body bag
Always knew I wasn't meant for the life I have
And I planned my own funeral when I was ten
In every dream I'm on death row again
I was born in a body bag
I'm a prisoner hostage of my own head
Maybe there's a world in which I'm not sad
But why not, why not this one?
And I've been stuck in this God body
If I jump, would anyone stop me?
I'll be with the moon and stars in a couple nights
And I'm sure that I don't need a witness
To know this pain's more than just a illness
But I spiral and can't get out every night
Oh can you help me?
I've been fighting for the longest time
Can you help me?
I'm bleeding out with no one by my side
I was born in a body bag
Always knew I wasn't meant for the life I have
And I planned my own funeral when I was ten
In every dream I'm on death row again
I was born in a body bag
I'm a prisoner hostage of my own head
Maybe there's a world in which I'm not sad
But why not, why not this one?
I was born in a body bag
Always knew I wasn't meant for the life I have
And I planned my own funeral when I was ten
In every dream I'm on death row again
I was born in a body bag
I'm a prisoner hostage of my own head
Maybe there's a world in which I'm not sad
But why not, why not this one?
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Writer(s): Julia Alexandra Mueller
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