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produced by: https://www.instagram.com/hxllshade/ & https://www.instagram.com/maestrowons/
lyrics:
I’m a dog, when all this pain wants to follow
Myself through the night, it will fuck up my tomorrow
Re-visit some old pages, to seek answers I don’t know
Cause I threw it all away and now it’s buried in the snow
A being made of poison, let myself bleed out
Filler pages all throughout, in this life we seek out
Either love, either sorrow, whatever makes us feel numb
I’m a living tragedy to my pain I will succumb
Fought time and time again, to seek out the right way
Cause I’d yet to realize the price I will have to pay
Do I regret seeking love, do I regret feelin the pain?
At the end of all of this, a pistol and a message will remain
On my path leading to hell, see the reflection of a smile
Missed a shot at being happy and I missed it by a mile
It falls into place, and for that I’d give it all
But what will I do? When there’s nowhere anything can fall?
I’m a dog, when all this pain wants to follow
Myself through the night, it will fuck up my tomorrow
Re-visit some old pages, to seek answers I don’t know
Cause I threw it all away and now it’s buried in the snow
A being made of poison, let myself bleed out
Filler pages all throughout, in this life we seek out
Either love, either sorrow, whatever makes us feel numb
I’m a living tragedy to my pain I will succumb
It hurts to know that I’m the problem, yuh, can I fix it?
I’m not trying out my hardest but the chance to life, oh god I missed it
Imma see u another life where I’m comfortable and dead
Place a pistol to my temple, let my ceiling turn to red
I got nothing left to say
Parasytes inside my skin and I’m rottin all away
Smoke mirrors, pain killers, bein one with the smoke
I keep it to myself, I regret and hate the times I spoke
I’m a dog, when all this pain wants to follow
Myself through the night, it will fuck up my tomorrow
Re-visit some old pages, to seek answers I don’t know
Cause I threw it all away and now it’s buried in the snow
A being made of poison, let myself bleed out
Filler pages all throughout, in this life we seek out
Either love, either sorrow, whatever makes us feel numb
I’m a living tragedy to my pain I will succumb
- Genre
- Alternative Rock