| I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
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| Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
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| If I die right now, would I finally rest?
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| Could I finally rest?
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| I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
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| Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
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| If I die right now, would I finally rest?
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| Could I finally rest?
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| My boys hit the bar, didn’t get a text
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| Hate my fucking self, still love my ex
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| Locked in this room, feeling too depressed
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| If I end it all, could I finally rest?
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| Why’s everyone afraid to die?
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| You couldn’t even look in my eyes
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| Knew something was up with you
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| I’ll never be enough for you
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| Dead ends, no friends
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| By myself, all alone again
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| Dead ends, no friends
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| By myself, all alone again
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| Diagnosed with PTSD
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| Fucked up from the way you left me
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| Outta time, my tanks on empty
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| Showed you signs, but you still let me
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| I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
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| Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
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| If I die right now, would I finally rest?
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| Could I finally rest?
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| I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
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| Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
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| If I die right now, would I finally rest?
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| Could I finally rest? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PTSD , by - dying in designer. Song from the album Nobody's Happy., in the genre Альтернатива