| Left to rely on myself, bleeding and crying for help
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| This constant self pity’s a bitch, it’s just the cards I was dealt
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| Endless asking what is wrong with me?
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| Live a day in my shoes then you’ll fucking see
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| What?!
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| And then you’ll fucking see
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| What! |
| What!
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| Born a burden, a stain, so worthless
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| Never learnt to speak up for myself
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| It’s always been this way
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| I’m just the trash you throw out at the end of the night
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| Nothing to hold onto right? |
| That’s always been my life
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| And I can not get out of my head
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| The thoughts you left, they taste of regret
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| Bitter and sour, I spit them out
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| I spit you out, I spit you
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| Always searching for acceptance but there’s nothing there
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| Just the freak who everyone looks at and won’t come near
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| Do you know what it’s like to feel so worthless and so alone?
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| To have to grow up in a broken home
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| This home is fucking broken
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| And I’ll just bleed myself dry
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| Trying to fix something that’s always been dead
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| It’s always been dead
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| And I can not get out of my head
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| The thoughts you left, they taste of regret
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| Bitter and sour, I spit them out
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| I spit you out
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| Yeah!
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| And I can not get out of my head
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| The thoughts you left, they taste of regret
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| Bitter and sour, I spit them out
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| I spit you out, I spit you |