Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Masochist, artist - Polaris. Album song The Death of Me, in the genre Date of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SHARPTONE
Song language: English
Masochist |
| This is a place I know too well |
| Been down here a while if you can’t tell |
| And I have analysed and tried my best to justify |
| The sorrow I have brought upon myself |
| Am I addicted to the misery? |
| Is this how I’ll always be? |
| Grinding the salt into every wound |
| Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? |
| You can’t trust me to be there for you |
| I thought I had this, I thought I had this all figured out |
| You’d think I’d learned from all the shit I fucking screamed about |
| When there was sun, I couldn’t see for the clouds |
| Still climbing the walls of this well just to dive back down |
| Until I reached my rock bottom |
| Down to the marrow, bringing up the bad blood I’d forgotten |
| Is it me that’s making me sick? |
| Been burning both ends of the wick |
| Am I addicted to the misery? |
| Is this how I’ll always be? |
| Grinding the salt into every wound |
| Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? |
| You can’t trust me to be there for you |
| I’ve got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette |
| Casting a shadow, a shade over me |
| Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist |
| Your worst impressions were right about me |
| Your worst impressions were right about me |
| Your worst impressions were right |
| I could ask you to stay if you’re feeling forgiving |
| I could live with the guilt if you call this living |
| I could try to memorise each grain of sand |
| As it slips through my fingers and falls from my hands |
| It took me longer than I’d care to admit |
| This life is only what I choose to make of it |
| And the only thing standing in between happiness and myself |
| Was this depression I held so close to my chest |
| Am I addicted to the misery? |
| Is this how I’ll always be? |
| Grinding the salt into every wound |
| Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? |
| You can’t trust me to be there for you |
| I’ve got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette |
| Casting a shadow, a shade over me |
| Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist |
| Your worst impressions were right about me |
| Wasting a waning youth |
| Waiting for something to help me pull through |
| I never saw the sun through the clouds |
| I lost faith when the skies were falling down |