Print

I am using my imagination I am using my imagination I am using my imagination I am using my imagination I am using my imagination I don't know how much more I can take 'Cause I'm gonna need more than sunlight and getting in shape Weed makes me panic and Lexapro drives me insane Tell me, how do you do what you love when you're sick in the brain? And you're two thousand miles away So why am I stalking your Twitter and lying awake? I show my true colors, you left and my life got so gray I can't get over you, yet I build up so much hate But despite all the lies and projections, I hope you're okay I'm not, I don't want to escape I pop and my ego deflates I'm starin' me down, I surrender to sound Just to find out that I was a fake (I'm not, I just want to escape I pop and my ego deflates I'm starin' me down, I—) 'Cause behind the smile, I'm so pissed But I won't be showin' emotions Letras de cancionesNo, I'm not even tellin' my close friends You can't fix me now, I'm too broken I don't know why I'm witherin' this way Think I'm always makin' a mistake I close my eyes, just hopin' my neck breaks Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take I'm lost, I can't find an escape I pop and my ego deflates While starin' me down, I surrender to sound Just to find out that I was a fake I'm not, I just want an escape I pop and my ego deflates, it's Starin' me down, I surrender to sound Just to find out that I was a— A fluke, I got a tab in my pocket It's what I use to justify all the fab I profit When I produce a beat it's like makin' laced nootropics P-Perfuse, repeat it, eternal state, neurotics There's no explainin' my hair, it's all a vanity fair I'll leave the body I wear And you can bring me to Hell Yeah you could tell it was the lie that you would've won I'll play it out in my mind, what I could've done And keep wondering if I'll write when my time is up I can't help but picture my life ending in a month And baby, you can try to love me, but I'm not fazed I'm straight flushed with poker on my face Then I start to choke on my own weight Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take 'Cause my whole personality's fake And I want someone else in my place That feels so much better, I'll settle for now An endeavor to die or create God found me Die or create (Ahh) [?] now Let me go Bloomtodeath Bloomtodeath Bloomtodeath Bloomtodeath, bloomtodeath Too excited about dying, and blooming, umm— From Letras Mania