Broken, I'm a broken record I've lost myself in myself Consumed by quiet condescending doubt My mind is complacent And My conscious is heavy and spiteful Fucking a computer till I come by myself While I'm thinking of you
My conscious is heavy and spiteful Fucking a computer till I come by myself While I'm thinking of you
I've grown apart (grown apart) From what I thought I'd see I am coming closer now
I've grown apart From what I thought I'd see Coming closer To the person you always thought I'd be
I've grown apart It kills me just to think of you And it kills me to think of you now
I fucking hate you, come Do anything to come I fucking hate you, come Do anything to come I fucking hate you, come I fucking hate you, come
This is done This is strife This is strife This is done