oh, tell my mother i'm sorry,
but i really want to hurt somebody,
oh, tell my mother i'm sorry,
my nightmares and realities keep kissing by the chasm of death,
and best friends don't ever listen,
when they do they forget,
i'm having premonitions and visions of blood in my head,
and i don't want to go to prison so i stay in my bed,
i don't want to do anything that i'm gonna regret,
light up a cigarette,
really owe my body a debt,
sometimes i think of things,
things that shouldn't ever be said,
got me thinking that i'd probably be better off...
oh tell my mother i'm sorry,
but i really wanna hurt somebody,
oh tell my mother i'm sorry,
i'm not sure if i'm living just to die or if i'm dying to live,
i don't even want to cry i'd rather ruin my wrists,
who decided there's a line between a punch and a kiss,
who decided there's a difference from the pain to the bliss,
we've been living in immoralism anyhow, anyway,
counting up the days until i snap,
six, seven, eight,
steady running out of any reason i could celebrate,
i just want to leave my body bleeding on the motorway,
i'm in the fast lane with the sun on my back,
all i want is a high speed collision impact,
since two thousand and nineteen i'm sick and i'm sad,
how could anybody ever wanna love me like that,
but i don't wanna do anything that i'm gonna regret,
light up a cigarette,
really owe my body a debt,
sometimes i think of things,
things that shouldn't ever be said,
got me thinking that i'd probably be better off,
(Like) oh tell my mother i'm sorry,
but i really wanna hurt somebody,
oh tell my mother i'm sorry,
oh tell my mother i'm sorry,
but i really wanna hurt somebody,
oh tell my mother i'm sorry,
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