If you wanted sympathy,
you get nothing from me.
Months of chaos,
Spiraling down
The rabbit hole.
There's nothing left to find,
Because I've already sold my soul.
I feel so empty,
So don't preach to me.
You're just wasting your time,
I don't wanna believe.
Drop the lies,
And let it go.
The path you followed
Isn't the one I chose.
If you want sympathy, baby,
You get nothing from me.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 6:50 PM UTC
If you wanted sympathy,
you get nothing from me.
Months of chaos,
Spiraling down
The rabbit hole.
There's nothing left to find,
Because I've already sold my soul.
I feel so empty,
So don't preach to me.
You're just wasting your time,
I don't wanna believe.
Drop the lies,
And let it go.
The path you followed
Isn't the one I chose.
If you want sympathy, baby,
You get nothing from me.
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