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Breakin' my heart yeah you're breaking my soul
It's been like five years was this your only goal?
Opened up my chest to reveal a big hole
And when you reached inside I felt you taking all control
Tell me this will last cause I'm shattered like the glass
I cannot breach this feelin' so I gotta let it pass
Somedays I feel alright, but somedays I feel sad
Other days I'm thinkin' bout the love that we once had
Nothing lasts, yeah
I'm Thinking about the past
Drinking all night, yeah
I'm Sipping on this glass
Dying real slow, no I'm
Dying real fast
Lying that I'm fine
Hide right, behind this mask
Drank too much, I'm feelin' pretty wasted
Cold to the touch, I'm in need of some blankets
Tellin' me to shut up, yeah you're too faded
When you talkin too much, I just wanna get wasted
Ah, Ah
I can't fucking do this bro, I'mma voice crack doing this
Nanana, *laughs*
I wanna sit down but I ain't ever givin' up
Waiting for the stars while my liquor fillin' up
The way that I feel is what your not pickin' up
Breakin' every piece until you said let's go and break up
I'm feeling all alone sitting inside this broken home
My dad done left, and I can't be on my own
Feelin' all this pain as it reaches past my bones
Tired of overthinkin' while I'm starin' at my phone
Is it for the best if I'm lookin for answers?
If I don't know how to love, so what is my standard?
Thinkin' bout the future but what does it matter
It's dark inside my mind, I just treat it like a cancer
Cryin' to my pillow like what is this pain
I can't even think, I'm just tryna explain
Why I feel so shitty but derailing like a train
So I stop giving fucks lightin' up my mary jane
Thinkin' I was done nah you got me fucked up
This song goes out to you while I'm dyin' inna club
Pourin' up shots, until my liver feelin' muddy
All I ever asked for was for you to just love me
Now I'm stackin' up some bottles, Livin' life with all these models
Rebounded, bounced back or whatever you'd call it
Life's been good could even say it's been solid
Life's been great ever since you stopped callin'
I ain't trippin' bout our love cuz you threw it in the trash
Rising from the fire, yeah I'm rising from the ash
Money from my trauma, Yeah I'm making my bag
So thanks for the hurt I'mma spend all my cash



Autor(en): Ryan Stewart


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