So can you fuck off? I don't need your hand You thought it was love, baby I was just playin' so Good luck with your next boyfriend 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a ma— (bloomtodeath)
I was tryna make a living Well I did, and now I don't wanna live at all And you wonder why I'm distant My only friend is whatever I was trippin' off Yeah, but you would never get it You turned my personality into some kind of fetish You think you're so copacetic I hit your pen and then I lost it Ever since then, I've been manic and exhausted Think I wanna die and I can't keep my mind off it Twenty-four-seven headache and I'm always nauseous Cut my losses 'cause I can nevеr tell if it's somethin' I really wantеd
Would you fuck off? I don't need your hand You thought it was love, baby I was just playin' so Good luck with your next boyfriend 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
I just, I just wanna be dead (Don't be that brash) I just, I just wanna be dead (Like) Yeah, I just wanna be dead (Real fr— Wake the fuck up) I just, I just wanna be dead (Who you really call— Real fr)
Run away from me, baby, block my cell Judgment Day is comin', I'ma rot in hell and I'm too fuckin' cowardly to off myself All the talk don't help, you just not gon— Okay, I started all this shit as an outlet Now everybody plug in where they mouth is So I burned out, all my thoughts were clouded I was shocked by this shit that I shouted And an old friend told me that I sold out So I laughed and said, "All I wear is argyle" 'Cause you'd think that maybe I'd set the bar too high When I'm strugglin' to find a way to waste my time
Just fuck off, I don't need your hand You thought it was love, baby I was just playin' so Good luck with your next boyfriend 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man
I just, I just wanna be dead (Fuck) I just wanna be dead I just, I just wanna be dead I just wanna be dead
Compositor: Randall Todd Findell ECAD: Obra #34247361