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dying in designer

PTSD

 

PTSD

(album: Nobody's Happy. - 2019)


I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
If I die right now, would I finally rest?
Could I finally rest?

I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
If I die right now, would I finally rest?
Could I finally rest?

My boys hit the bar, didn't get a text
Hate my fucking self, still love my ex
Locked in this room, feeling too depressed
If I end it all, could I finally rest?
Why's everyone afraid to die?
You couldn't even look in my eyes
Knew something was up with you
I'll never be enough for you
Dead ends, no friends
By myself, all alone again
Dead ends, no friends
By myself, all alone again
Diagnosed with PTSD
Fucked up from the way you left me
Outta time, my tanks on empty
Showed you signs, but you still let me

I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
If I die right now, would I finally rest?
Could I finally rest?

I got post-traumatic stress from my ex
Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest
If I die right now, would I finally rest?
Could I finally rest?

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