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I took you for granted baby
And I haven't changed a bit
Self-medications and bullshit spilling out of my head
But I still tried to convince you that I solved all my issues
Cause that'll fix the shit I can't fix for a bit
Won't it?
I took you for granted baby
And I haven't changed a bit
Self-medications and bullshit spilling out of my head
But I still tried to convince you that I solved all my issues
Cause that'll fix the shit I can't fix for a bit
Won't it?
I'll convince myself to stop trying to miss you
Erasing every fucking thing that I pictured
No matter how much it hurts
Slivers of memories flash like View-Master pictures
Meanwhile I tear my fucking hair out 'bout how I fucked it, I fucked it, I fucked it up
I got nothing to offer now, babe
I don't expect you to wait around for me
But I wish you fucking would for my sake: selfish
Hung up on comforts while we're still strung out with pain
Yea we're both drunks
Maybe you a little less than me
But we piss each other off on the daily
I took you for granted baby
And I haven't changed a bit
Self-medications and bullshit spilling out of my head
But I still tried to convince you that I solved all my issues
Cause that'll fix the shit I can't fix for a bit
Won't it?
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poor me!
01:42
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If we made some peace
They'd be wasted breath apologies
And all the time we'd spend would be borrowed
If I faced the truth
I would still lose what I love
I would still be self-obsessed with my sorrow
(And I'll act like it's not my fault)
I'm so fucking anxious
Sleep with beer stains and blood on my mattress
And I still will never admit it's a problem
I'm still feeling sorry for myself
With bullshit yells for help
Like there's nothing in the world that could solve it
I can't fucking act right, right?
But I'm not alright so,
That makes it alright, right?
Even when I know I'm wrong though, love, I know
Oh, fucking poor me, fucking poor me
Always suffering
Fucking poor me, poor me
Always suffering
Why do I only feel bad for myself after hurting every person that I love?
Why do I just wanna push everything to see how much I can gain shit from?
I can't fucking act right, right?
But I'm not alright so,
That makes it alright, right?
Even when I know I'm wrong though, love, I know
Oh, fucking poor me, fucking poor me
Always suffering
Fucking poor me, poor me
Always suffering
I know, I know, I got nothing to offer, love
I don't, I don't, I don't expect you to fix me, love
I'm so fucking tired
I can't fucking think
I can't fucking breathe
Poor me, Always suffering
I'm so fucking tired
I can't fucking think
I can't fucking breathe
Poor me, always suffering
I'm so fucking tired
I can't fucking think
I can't fucking breathe
Poor me, always suffering
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If there was something missing
How's it more like what you wanted now, without me?
Without me
Walk around without me
Thinking I might ever change, but I fucking doubt it
Mixing uppers with the downers
Know I'm so dramatic
Now you don't fuck with me the same
But I don't think about it
I don't, I don't think about it
Yeah I go 220 in the Audi
To shut up my brain
Why I still wish that you're beside me?
Been ignoring all the texts you sent me
I can see that you're just coping
Like me
Without this
Heya
Didn't mean to act out in front of ya
Have you come around yet?
Did you forget yet?
Did you forget yet?
If there was something missing
How's it more like what you wanted now, without me?
Without me
Dip out with a mask on, I drive fast, stare at the ceiling like I'm cold and just waiting to Crash
Wrecked the fucking Lexus, threw out all your Polaroids, but there's still pictures of you in my head
But I've been running up the numbers in the back seat of the Audi
Only headed towards heaven so you cannot tell me nothing
Fuck I can't take care of myself
But shit, I'd rather die than ever ask for help
I hope it's never any better with anyone else
I'll say I'm all you wanted right now, right now, right now
While these drugs ruining my health, ruining my health
I find excuses and right times
I never apologize
I never make it right, love
Been ignoring all the pain
I know I could make it right, but
What could I gain though?
Can you forget, love?
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i'm fine
02:15
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Just a little more love
Just a little more support from you would be nice
I don't wanna fight, but baby you're so cold
And we go through this shit every night
Is it not enough that I'm trying?
'Cause that seems about right
No one sees every little thing that I'm fighting
And if you'd rather ignore that
I'm fine
I swear I'm fine
It's nothing, I'm alright
Just a little respect
Just a little bit of sympathy would be nice
Is that so hard?
Why do I expect more?
Do I deserve to live this lie?
Is it not enough that I'm trying?
'Cause that seems about right
No one sees every little thing that I'm fighting
And if you'd rather ignore that
I'm fine
Is it not enough that I'm trying?
'Cause that seems about right
No one sees every little thing that I'm fighting
And if you'd rather ignore that
I'm fine
You think I don't care
As if I'm not trying
You should know I fucking care
You broke every part of me
Yeah you think I don't care
As if I'm not trying
'Cause I know you fucking care
Baby, you got me all wrong
I know I'm being too little, while I'm expecting too much
I know I got my problems
'Cause every single night I'm drunk or on drugs
But I thought you fucking loved me?
Why's that not enough?
Is it not enough that I'm trying?
'Cause that seems about right
No one sees every little thing that I'm fighting
And if you'd rather ignore that
I'm fine
Is it not enough that I'm trying?
'Cause that seems about right
No one sees every little thing that I'm fighting
I think I'd rather escape that
I'm fine
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