Same old
Now you're left to wonder
Why this shit never works
So, you stay home
You look in the mirror
And you call yourself mates
'Cause you pulled it all apart
Comin' the lonely heart
It's the same old
The longer I try to leave it
The more I forgive the feeling
What do I do when pain comes at a prices I can't afford?
What if it's not worth healing?
What if I like this feeling?
Nobody seems to notice it's the part that I adore
It's my blood on the broken door
It's my blood in the makeup drawer
It's my blood that I do this for
It's my blood that I do this for
I hope you
Can call yourself lucky
They can't see you're ugly
But maybe you
My shit blows up the curtains
I'm soakin' up the burden
I'm layin' up in my room
They keep in my bed
You can't play me
The longer I try to leave it
The more I forgive the feeling
What do I do when pain comes at a prices I can't afford?
What if it's not worth healing?
What if I like this feeling?
Nobody seems to notice it's the part that I adore
It's my blood on the broken door
It's my blood in the makeup drawer
It's my blood that I do this for
It's my blood
In my blood
It's just blood
My blood
My blood
My blood
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