paroles de chanson Passive Depressive - l.ucas

This might be my last day here
It might be my last night alive
This might be my first time in love
It could be the last time i lie
So bring out the medicine
Bring out the medicine
So bring out the medicine
Bring out the medicine

I think i'm depressed
Maybe it's stress
I keep finding my heart outside of my chest
I'm dying for you
Yeah
Jameson breath, I feel like a mess
Reading your texts, I can't believe what you said
I'm crying for you

But let's not make it personal
Let's not make it personal

I'm dying
Dying for attention
I'm dying
Dying for what

I'm dying, I'm dying, dying all the time
I'm dying, dying every night