Carridale - Your Shoes Don't Match Your Skeletons | Текст песни

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• Your Shoes Don't Match Your Skeletons

It's 3 a.m.
And I spent the last hour of my life
Hearing how selfish and worthless I am
And how you think I should make it right

I don't see this working out
Because I changed the way that you perceive me
Our clock is winding down
And I don't think I want to stop you from leaving

It seams that I can breathe without you pulling all your strings

I've got to keep my head
You said all the things I knew you would
Like how I'm better off dead
So bury me, bury me

I've got to keep my head
You said all the things I knew you would
I'm better off dead
So bury me, bury me

I've made mistakes
But you're infatuated with all the hate
That you're throwing my way
But you've had bones stacked in your closet for decades
I martyr myself and I hope you'll be there
I hate myself because I let it get here
Sometimes the best things in life are never what was meant to be

It seams that I can breathe without you pulling all your fucking strings

I've got to keep my head
You said all the things I knew you would
Like how I'm better off dead
So bury me, bury me

I've got to keep my head
You said all the things I knew you would
I'm better off dead
So bury me, bury me
Bury me, bury me

And I give up
It seems the self destruction just doesn't suit me
No matter how fast I fall apart
I give up
It seems the self destruction just doesn't suit me
No matter how fast I fall apart
Because I'm too proud
To abuse myself how you'd see fit, I
I take my pride a little far

I've got to keep my head
You said all the things I knew you would
Like how I'm better off dead
So bury me, bury me

I've got to keep my head
You said all the things I knew you would
I'm better off dead
So bury me, bury me
So bury me, bury me

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