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Fun fact, I'm so, so sick of myself My mind's a pretty broken hell The wolves are talking and the voices in my head (It's pretty obvious) Fun fact, some days I just cry on the couch Put my whole life away a shelf I try to feel something that's why I break everything (I'm screaming out, no) That's the thought of who I'd be if you were me And I, I just wanna die (It's a fun fact) I've wasted so much time Hating myself or trying accepting that these feelings are demised Hating myself for long And now my guard's were down, I tried talking to someone else No, you couldn't help it Or could you? Fun fact, I really wanna fucking make you cry Just dizzy rides, so enticing Just like you, mess with minds and every thought Wind's blowing from my eyes, no emotion from inside Fun fact, I'm the worst it's true Fun fact, I learned it all from you I need a coping mechanism now, every night I've wasted so much time Hating myself or trying accepting that these feelings are demised Letras de cancionesHating myself for long And now my guard's were down, I tried talking to someone else No, you couldn't help it Or could you? You couldn't help it No, you couldn't help it No, you couldn't help it No Or could you? From Letras Mania