I'm stuck, I can't move
This body isn't mine
I'm numb from all the pain
You made me feel this life
Life seems pretty fucked up sometimes
And suddenly you're drowning in your tears
Should I feel sorry?
Or should I just accept you're what I feared?
Should I feel sorry?
Or should I just accept you're what I feared?
Let me breath
Let me walk around free of anxiety
Let me be
Set me free
Let me walk around free of hurt
Let me breath
Let me walk around free of anxiety
Let me be
Set me free
Let me walk around free of hurt
Go tell your sad stories to someone who believes
In your fake self, in what you pretend to be
Go tell your mad stories to someone who cares
I gave my all, what's left of me is dead
Let me breath
Let me walk around free of anxiety
Let me be
Set me free
Let me walk around free of hurt
Let me breath
Let me walk around free of anxiety
Let me be
Set me free
Let me walk around free of hurt
Go tell your sad stories to someone who believes
In your fake self, in what you pretend to be
Go tell your mad stories to someone who cares
I gave my all, what's left of me is dead
Go tell your sad stories to someone who believes
In your fake self, in what you pretend to be
Go tell your mad stories to someone who cares
I gave my own, what's left of me is dead
