23 Missed Calls - As Much As I Used To Hate Myself | Текст песни

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I'll be fine
I will be free
I am Ridding myself of this disease

And the stagnance to which it binds me
I will be mine
I will live for me
I will loose the grip
of this crippling anxiety

Someday I'll make it to my funeral pyre
My soul ascending above the ashes and the fire
But I'm not there yet
I'm staying the hell away from it

It's time I made my bed
Pulled the covers to my neck
And gave these weary eyes a rest
Cause they've grown bloodshot
From the haze I drifted into and forgot
Why I was even there
And even if it doesn't mean anything to anyone
That don't mean it doesn't mean anything at all
Cause my heart burst over these songs
And goddamn they'll be sung

Cause I am learning to love this world
As much as I used to hate myself

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