i'll spit at the stars for every hope and every wish that never made it.
waste away all of these worries at the bottles bottom
rot them away realize why you've got 'em
scream the lines you meant to find so long ago
but now its too late to break down
in your bathroom you're bleeding out
waste away all of these worries at the bottles bottom
rot them away realize why you've got 'em
scream the lines you meant to find so long ago
but now its too late to break down
in your bathroom you're bleeding out
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
And I might hang my head,
I might be barely breathing,
But I'm not dead
'Cause tomorrow's another day
And I am not afraid
So bring on the rain
And I might hang my head,
I might be barely breathing,
But I'm not dead
'Cause tomorrow's another day
And I am not afraid
So bring on the rain
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contemplated existance at 2:12 AM
