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I wanna break you to a thousand little pieces And rearrange you into something for myself I'm playing God, I'm playing God, I'm playing Jesus It's what I think about while I'm all by myself Pull on my legs and spread 'em open 'cause I need it The doctor said that having friends is good for health Sometimes I wonder, how the hell am I still breathing? Need you to tie me to a tree so I can tell It's getting hard, it's getting hard, it's getting hard Hard to be alone It's getting hard, it's getting hard, it's getting hard Hard to be alone It's getting hard, it's getting hard, it's getting hard It's getting hard to be alone It's getting hard, it's getting hard, it's getting hard Hard to be alone It's getting It's getting hard It's getting hard It's getting hard It's getting hard It's getting Want you to wrap your arms around me and keep squeezing Until I bleed from every hole, it could be swell I'm needing God, I'm needing God, I'm needing Jesus I need somebody to check in 'cause I'm not well From Letras Mania