Sat there and waited for a call back
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
Bury me alive
Paranoid and I'm so tired
Memories aren't on the vine
'Cause all of them are dried and died
Does she love me? Does she not?
Is it something I did wrong?
Usually, you fill the void
Now, I filled with opioids
Does she love me? Does she not?
Is it something I did wrong?
I'm so fucking scared to go
So I choose to—
I sit there, I'm waiting for a call back
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
I sit there, I'm waiting for a call back
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
I think I'm addicted to the feeling of depression
I grab what's left
Withered petals fall like feathers
As she left (she left)
Does she love me? Does she not?
Is it something I did wrong?
Usually, you fill the void
Now, I feel it will be yours
Does she love me? Does she not?
Is it something I did wrong?
I'm so fucking scared to go
So I choose to live it all
So I choose to live it all
I sit there, I'm waiting for a call back
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
I sit there, I'm waiting for a call back
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
She said: Wish upon a star
She said: Wish upon a star
As she shot right through my heart
As she shot right through my
Shot right through my
Shot right through my
Shot right through my
Shot right through my heart
I sit there, I'm waiting for a callback
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
I sit there, I'm waiting for a call back
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
I sit there, I'm waiting for a call back
A little death is sure to turn my heart black
And now I
I hate everything, everything
