It’s hard for me to tell you this.
I'm not even quite sure why
But when i'm with you, all i think about is other ways to die
You hold me back from my potential
You hold me back from life
You hold me back and now all of a sudden,
I'm just full of spite
I can't be honest with you
You can't possibly understand
That when i'm with you i don't really wanna hold your hand
My hand is connected to my heart
That i know for sure
So i'm not giving you it until you close the door.
What door, you ask?
Just let me explain
I'll give you all my ideas,
Share all of my pain
You look at her like she means the world
Like you’d change the world in a heartbeat
You look at me like you despise me,
Like you smell the stink of my feet
Like what did i do so wrong,
Why do i have to cry?
I'm sick and tired of being with you
I'm sick of hearing your lies
I'm not sure you’ve ever been honest, unless you were being mean
And at times like that, well, all i could wish for is a nice Krispy Kreme
Eat away my pain, Eat away my struggles
Eat away at my heart, Eat away at my knuckles
I hit and i hit, but i can't seem to get through.
I can't seem open your eyes
Can't seem to tell you the truth
Maybe that's my fault, even though it sounds quite cruel
To blame the victim of such abuse
But as i was saying i blame myself
Cause i got into this mess,
I couldn't help myself
Why should you care?
Not like you ever did.
Not even sure if you would care if i accidentally had your kid
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