paroles de chanson <Coping Mechanism> - WILLOW

Fun fact, I'm so, so sick of myself
My mind's a breeding ground for unhealth
The walls are talking and the voices in my head
(They're screaming out loud)

Fun fact, some days I just cry on the couch
Put my whole life away on a shelf
I try to feel something, that's why I break everything
(I'm screaming out loud)

Against the thought of who I'd be if you were me
And I, I just wanna die (ain't that a fun fact?)

I've wasted so much time hating myself for trying
Accepting that this fate is our demise, hating myself for lying
Knew my cards were dealt, had your eyes locked on someone else
No, you couldn't help it or could you?

Fun fact, I really wanna fucking make you cry
It just isn't right, so enticing, just like you
Master-minding every fight, rivers flowing from my eyes
No emotion from your side

Fun fact, I'm the worst, it's true
Fun fact, I learned it all from you
I need a coping mechanism now
Every night

I've wasted so much time hating myself for trying
Accepting that this fate is our demise, hating myself for lying
Knew my cards were dealt, had your eyes locked on someone else
No, you couldn't help it or could you?

You couldn't help it
No, you couldn't help it
No, you couldn't help it, no
Or could you?