Thoughts that go like bullets through you

The time you told me that you wished you were dead

But so broken on when you can′t stop choosing

To sleep through your alarms

Man, you're losing your head

(But I can′t stop)

The thoughts that go like bullets through you

The time you told me that you wished you were dead

(But I can't stop)

But so broken on when you can't stop choosing

To sleep through your alarms

Man, you′re losing your head