paroles de chanson You Love Me? - Luli , Jon Swaii

You asked me, "Why are your wrists all cut up?"
How nice this knife just sliced, I'm pricing life, I just don't feel enough
The silver's tough
If you could help me lift back, I would but...
I'm so sick, soul sick
I don't get one bit of this shit
My soul split, our souls slipped and we just skipped love onto these passionate screams
Inhabitant feens, viewing our past in our dreams and then we woke up gargling pain
Choked up our harvested stains that we kept in our insanity
But we lost our humanity in these twisted kisses
We shifted
But what is love when, "We can't look each other in the face
And we just hate because our feelings aren't the same
And we're just looking for something to blame?" I say
You say, "The dimensions of who we are have fallin' flat", you say...
Have we fallin' flat?
It's a shame that we can't define the divine emotion we birthed
"Once upon a time, a moment we rhymed frequencies, so decently
Feverishly, we melted in each other's embrace."but now we hate
What is love?
What is love when it just disintegrates, evaporates like raindrops gone by morning sun
It stung, to feel you leave, to feel you fuck me
I heave and breath trees and still me you leave
And who we are, in combination, I've grieved, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 16 too many times
I see this pattern that we cultivated, so this love, now unmotivated
We are nothing but fixed fixtures, f'ing fearful of foolish loneliness
I'm fooled into fearing loneliness, so holding this, we just rot away like corpse
Losing days, these nights have become toxic
We've lost it
And no one wants to admit it, but we are nothing short of destruction

I Found myself in my deepest of lows
Panic attacks I kept praying for hope
Lost in my mind I don't know where to go
Lost in my mind where the Fuck do I go?

Now we hot an we cold the fridge an the stove
Right after arguing, fuck on the floor
Now we fuck just to find out that's not how you cope
Found out I'm fuckin these bitches an hoes

That's what you call em right
I think that we really alcoholics right
Drunk off love in the middle of the hate
Like a little bit of this will change my mistakes

Like a little bit of that will fix how I break you down
I don't really think I should stay around
I'm the bad guy, ima hold that crown
Queen done left, I lost her now

Baby, you hate, the way I talk
Lie for the love, blow weed in the park
High for the time, get free til I'm gone
Loving you now but I breeze in morn

1, 2, 3 hoes in my phone
Closing her off as I open the door
Bad bitch here an she open for more
Said she got a man, yeah I noticed before

But darling
This ain't real
Tell you one time this is how I feel
Love is a drug made straight out of fear
Loss of possession anI do not care

Fuck an we vibe till I'm gone in the wind
Hear you calling again
Put the phone back down
And I fall in again