Bitter Pill - Losing Touch

Get a knife
Cut me deep
I'd rather fucking bleed

Tired and weak
Fucked from defeat
Losing touch with reality

Ive lost all hope
And theres nothing left for me
Id rather face my fears
Give myself up
Just let death come for me

Come for me

So tired
So fucking weak
So fucked from defeat
Id rather face my fears
And let death come for me

So sick and tired of this
Fucking world
Cant pay heat
While my heart is cold

So tired
So fucking weak
So fucked from defeat
Id rather face my fears
And let death come for me

I want the ground to swallow me whole
Six foot grave
Is where I belong

Get the noose and take my soul
We've played these games for far too long

So tired
So fucking weak
So fucked from defeat
Id rather face my fears
And let death come for me

I want the ground to swallow me whole
Six foot grave
Is where I belong

I gotta do it

No way out

Written by:
Craig Burke

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