Curse
Tear out the heart
No hesitation
Not sure I'll make it
There is a place for this
And it's not here
Way past exhaustion
And now I'm nauseous
The state of mind I'm in
You'd call your hell
Not sure I'll make it
There is a place for this
And it's not here
Way past exhaustion
And now I'm nauseous
The state of mind I'm in
You'd call your hell
I guess I'll save my breath
If I can't save my soul
You don't make me
You only make me wish we never met
There's nothing but judgment
From people I can't see
If you can't think clear
I'll stay here until something changes me
But it won't be you
Feel free to hate me
Nothing is changing
There’s a time for this
And it's not now
I've lost my patience
And now I'm anxious
My chest caving
I'm not worth saving
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