Текст пісні
I'm not cut out for this
Your faith is misplaced
Save your tears
I'm not worth it
Thinking about death
And what it looks like to wear it
Living each breath
As if it isn't my own
Your touch is my tourniquet
(Stemming the bleeding)
Your words are like morphine
(I think I'm addicted)
If I cut these fears into my skin
Would it make me feel better?
I'm not cut out for this
Your faith is misplaced
Incarcerated inside my head
This prison cell of my own creation
Born from my doubts, my regrets and my fears
Your touch is my tourniquet
(Stemming the bleeding)
Your words are like morphine
(I think I'm addicted)
If I cut these fears into my skin
Would it make me feel better?
I'm someone that I know
You'll never want to know
I'm not the person that I want to be
I think that we are doomed to be together
I feel forever low
A sickened kind of glow
The type of thing that can wash over me
I hope I do not feel this way forever
Your touch is my tourniquet
(Stemming the bleeding)
Your words are like morphine
(I think I'm addicted)
If I cut these fears into my skin
Would it make me feel better?