paroles de chanson 3:47am - Mary Mortem

Signal all these problems have me looking outside.
Open the blinds see them creeping at night.
Cuts all on my body on my neck and my thighs.
I just never cared to fucking live in this life.
Alright
Stupid motherfuckers want to talk about
"Everybody will really want to try it out."
Like you gonna be the reason
That I don't want to feel.
You won't talk about it,
The times you fucking kill me.
You gonna talk about the drugs you gonna spill.
Now I'm on my own I'm On my mind.
Fuck your even mean You was lying.
Everyone keep talking like they righteous
I'm just on the floor bitch I'm crying.
Sick of all these stupid motherfuckers.
Speaking about another fucker.
I got my problems they inside my home.
Every single time I talk I fucking cry alone.
You just want something over me.
These bitches talk these bitches want my dick.
They just make me sick.
I'm just on my own.
Again and again.
Drugs make me feel better.
Again and again
I just smoke.
That bitch is on dope.