Letras
I woke up this morning with a nosebleed
Couldn't simply take a breath of air (Yeah)
Something's wrong, I think I lost my feelings
I lost touch with demons in my head (And)
My diary tells me that it has been almost a year
Since reality disowned me and fucked up my life appeal, but
I don't really care about the fuckery around
Wasn't ever scared of one day chillin' somewhere in the clouds, yeah
Selfish grief I cannot bury (Yeah)
Pain consumes my fucked up soul (Soul)
Curtain call, I think I'm ready (Yeah)
One last bow before I go (Go)
It's the third day that I have a nosebleed
Blood has almost covered up the floor
It is like my body tries to drain me (O-o-oh)
So I won't make it suffer anymore
My diary tells me that I do hate myself for real
Though I don't want to admit it - it's the truth I cannot seal, but
It gets better over time, so I don't care 'bout it
It has always been this way
Guess this is just the way I'm built (God damn)
Selfish grief I cannot bury (Yeah)
Pain consumes my fucked up soul (Soul)
Curtain call, I think I'm ready (Yeah)
One last bow before I go (Go)
My emotional state changes like weather
In this small lifeless town, where we're hanging around until
One day death ceases our existence
So what's even the point of having fucking feelings?
No more
No more
No more
No more fucking feelings
No more
No more
No, no, no, no more
No more fucking feelings
Curtain call, the room is empty
One last bow and I'll be gone
(Gone)
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