作词 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring 作曲 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring You say you hate me? Well, I bet I hate myself more Your comments don't phase me And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore The thoughts subsides I'm able to push through for one night more But suicide is creeping up on my back door I'm able to ignore it at first until I just can't anymore This feels like bad karma, or a curse sent straight to my core I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting Can't stand the smell anymore (can't stand the smell anymore) I'm making out with death Every day I'm isolated Is another baby step To full-on seduction The way my walls cave in Would make you think this house is haunted And the toothpaste stains on my shirt Would make you think that I had brushed them My teenage years are meaningless For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse And I can't go outside Without thinking I could die My formative years are wasted Even if the president won't face it And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it I've been fighting illness Since I was about eight years old But it's not physical, baby (It's a hundred percent mental, ahh} Sometimes I think I would rather catch the virus itself Than leave my emotional health to rot on the shelf I'm making out with death Every day I'm isolated Is another baby step To full-on seduction The way my walls cave in Would make you think this house is haunted And the toothpaste stains on my shirt Would make you think that I had brushed them My teenage years are meaningless For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse And I can't go outside Without thinking I could die My formative years are wasted Even if the president won't face it And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring [00:00.543] 作曲 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring [00:01.087]You say you hate me? [00:03.598]Well, I bet I hate myself more [00:05.606]Your comments don't phase me [00:08.368]And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore [00:11.129]The thoughts subsides [00:13.137]I'm able to push through for one night more [00:16.150]But suicide is creeping up on my back door [00:21.168]I'm able to ignore it at first until I just can't anymore [00:25.687]This feels like bad karma, or a curse sent straight to my core [00:31.214]I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting [00:34.227]Can't stand the smell anymore (can't stand the smell anymore) [00:40.850]I'm making out with death [00:42.859]Every day I'm isolated [00:45.370]Is another baby step [00:48.132]To full-on seduction [00:50.894]The way my walls cave in [00:52.902]Would make you think this house is haunted [00:55.410]And the toothpaste stains on my shirt [00:58.172]Would make you think that I had brushed them [01:00.932]My teenage years are meaningless [01:02.941]For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse [01:05.453]And I can't go outside [01:07.970]Without thinking I could die [01:10.733]My formative years are wasted [01:12.992]Even if the president won't face it [01:15.496]And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it [01:21.813]I've been fighting illness [01:23.821]Since I was about eight years old [01:26.584]But it's not physical, baby [01:28.593](It's a hundred percent mental, ahh} [01:31.668]Sometimes I think I would rather catch the virus itself [01:36.185]Than leave my emotional health to rot on the shelf [01:41.458]I'm making out with death [01:43.718]Every day I'm isolated [01:45.979]Is another baby step [01:48.490]To full-on seduction [01:51.501]The way my walls cave in [01:53.761]Would make you think this house is haunted [01:56.021]And the toothpaste stains on my shirt [01:58.533]Would make you think that I had brushed them [02:01.549]My teenage years are meaningless [02:03.558]For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse [02:06.319]And I can't go outside [02:08.831]Without thinking I could die [02:11.341]My formative years are wasted [02:13.602]Even if the president won't face it [02:16.364]And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it [02:21.887]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:23.896]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [02:26.658]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:28.917]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [02:31.426]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:33.937]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [02:36.447]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:38.958]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [02:41.720]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:43.980]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [02:46.742]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:49.253]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [02:51.762]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:54.272]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [02:56.780]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [02:59.291]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [03:04.593]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [03:05.848]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [03:07.354]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [03:09.613]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [03:12.125]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [03:14.387]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? [03:16.899]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak [03:19.408]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
