Introvert - Obsessive Overthinking | Текст песни

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I was put on this earth
to hurt and cause hurt
born from waste to rest in dirt,
That is all I’m worth

I’ve spent years living life as a ghost
Proof to myself I’m what I hate the most

I’d give anything to have a fucking purpose
To wake up one morning not feeling fucking worthless
Every day’s a waste and the nights are the same
What’s the point of starting over when I’ll still be to blame.

Remember when I said I learned from my mistakes?
I lied; I’m still pathetic, still a fucking fake.
Still have my head underwater, still gasping for breath
Still a man on the edge, still seconds from death.

I've always been obsessive
A slave to routine
Planning out my deathbed since I was seventeen

My deathbed’s my own
I’ve made my grave my home
If I couldn’t change for you
Or for what we could be
I don’t see the point in trying to breathe.

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