Letra de I Humiliated Myself At Happy Hour
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i truly never thought i'd be this down again
there's something so wrong about not being born with wings
my head throbs with every breath that i inhale
there's something so wrong about not being born with wings
my head throbs with every breath that i inhale
i just want someone to tell me i haven't failed
and no one knows just what it feels like to have your own blood
hate you, in ways that no one could even imagine
and if there was something to kill all this away
i'd take it all the time so that i wouldn't feel this way
and if my ego hurts just one more time i swear i'll cut it out,
i swear i'll shear away all my imperfections
and if this sorrow slips into my head
then what's left to do but cry away, everything that's
kept me from death's arms.
and no one knows just what it feels like to have your own blood
hate you, in ways that no one could even imagine
and if there was something to kill all this away
i'd take it all the time so that i wouldn't feel this way
and if my ego hurts just one more time i swear i'll cut it out,
i swear i'll shear away all my imperfections
and if this sorrow slips into my head
then what's left to do but cry away, everything that's
kept me from death's arms.
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