We're tired of faking our emotions.
With the bottles we pour.
We lay on the floor.
Passed out, aching and sore.
Afraid that we bore.
Crying down to the core.
It'll get better I'm sure.
Yeah, I'm sure it will.
Straight downhill.
Your feelings still.
Feeling ill.
No useful skills.
Till you spill.
Then what?
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
We're tired of faking our emotions.
With the bottles we pour.
We lay on the floor.
Passed out, aching and sore.
Afraid that we bore.
Crying down to the core.
It'll get better I'm sure.
Yeah, I'm sure it will.
Straight downhill.
Your feelings still.
Feeling ill.
No useful skills.
Till you spill.
Then what?
