Left Behind What Makes You Hurt
I'll go where all the bad things go to die
The things trapped inside your head you'll never say out loud
How did it feel to never wake up?
Torture
I'm the anger that you bottle up
When will it stop
3 years of torture
Torturing myself
No one cares
Skip the f..cking song
No one wants to hear this
This shit is ugly
This shit hurts
And I'm ugly
And I hurt
I hurt all the time
And now I just want it
It's like I'm chasing a low point where nothing matters
Who is going to remember
Please just make it stop
I'm ready, it's my turn
Just let me f..cking die
I've had my time
It's the same shit every day for years
I spend most of my time
Wallowing
Wondering
Why I suffer for crimes that aren't mine
Heaven is empty and cold