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Waking up just feel like I'm in slumber
Eating the skin around my fingers just for hunger
Just for cold spirit I'm iced out in the summer
Spirit dragging me down though I don't mean to be a bummer
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
I hate to be the butt of the story
I hate to be the one with sad blues
I hate to be in a purgatory
I hate to be stuck in a box
I hate to forget the key, I didn't even buy me a lock
I hate to be the one out of stock
Hate to be the weight that you're scared to drop
Walking in the memory of faded town
The wrong lane, down the wrong road with a faded frown
Bags under my eyes, dragging me down
Dreams of paranoia is what I translate in these sounds
Words of fear is what I write down, without no ink
Tears come to my face - don't taste salty, it's a nice drink
A nice rum, with an orange slice, I'm tickled pink
I'm skating on my confidence, it's frozen you could make a rink
Don't miss me now, I'm gone in a blink
Eyes wide shut, skull and bones is where I'm applying
Too much skill for one mind, man, who's willing to end up dying
Sacrifice yourself for the sake of the best or do yourself in trying
Seems I've got the wings you need but the sun's too close so start flying
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
I hate to be the butt of the story
I hate to be the one with sad blues
I hate to be in a purgatory
I hate to be stuck in a box
I hate to forget the key, I didn't even buy me a lock
I hate to be the one out of stock
Hate to be the weight that you're scared to drop
For every step I take, I fall twice just for the joke
For every individual put dirt on my name, cheers for the smokes
Yeah, cheers for the motivation that you look at me and make a toast
Cheers for the future regrets that you'll have because you did the most
I let the world of winning put me in last place
The girl of the goddess saved me with kiss on my glass face
I shattered my dreams with a bad chase of a high
Splattered my guts with a Grey face, cheers to the guy
Permanent mistakes on my timeline, so I guess thanks to the sky
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
I hate to be the butt of the story
I hate to be the one with sad blues
I hate to be in a purgatory
I hate to be stuck in a box
I hate to forget the key, I didn't even buy me a lock
I hate to be the one out of stock
Hate to be the weight that you're scared to drop