Rotting With the Dead
Lyrics
Guess it's just one of them nights again
Hennessy, my thoughts, plus paper and a pen
Nothing's working out, oh well, I gotta say
I'm not really living, barely make it through the day
Sadness seeping in like dusk unto the daylight
Depleting all the energy I mustered up to sing this
Song to you, I wanna prove
That I'm tried and true
You really wanna know what's going on inside my head?
You really wanna know what it's like to feel dead?
Well to figure that out you'd have to visit the reaper
Tell him you're lost and you're looking for leader
Send another letter, but you'll never get it back
I'm sick of empty promises, that shit is fucking wack
Tell me that you love me, then turn it all around
Fuck this place we're at, I'll fucking burn it to the ground
Everything just piles up, we're never gonna move along
Everyday another story, forcing me through purgatory
Why the fuck you do that? Fucking with my head?
Driving me insane until I'm rotting with the dead
I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted from this song
But, now you know a fraction of what makes me feel alone
I see through all the bullshit, every fucking facade
Departing from reality, there isn't much it offers me
Writer(s): Wyatt McLeod
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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