[00:00.000] 作词 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring
[00:00.543] 作曲 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring
[00:01.087]You say you hate me?
[00:03.598]Well, I bet I hate myself more
[00:05.606]Your comments don't phase me
[00:08.368]And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore
[00:11.129]The thoughts subsides
[00:13.137]I'm able to push through for one night more
[00:16.150]But suicide is creeping up on my back door
[00:21.168]I'm able to ignore it at first until I just can't anymore
[00:25.687]This feels like bad karma, or a curse sent straight to my core
[00:31.214]I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting
[00:34.227]Can't stand the smell anymore (can't stand the smell anymore)
[00:40.850]I'm making out with death
[00:42.859]Every day I'm isolated
[00:45.370]Is another baby step
[00:48.132]To full-on seduction
[00:50.894]The way my walls cave in
[00:52.902]Would make you think this house is haunted
[00:55.410]And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
[00:58.172]Would make you think that I had brushed them
[01:00.932]My teenage years are meaningless
[01:02.941]For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
[01:05.453]And I can't go outside
[01:07.970]Without thinking I could die
[01:10.733]My formative years are wasted
[01:12.992]Even if the president won't face it
[01:15.496]And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it
[01:21.813]I've been fighting illness
[01:23.821]Since I was about eight years old
[01:26.584]But it's not physical, baby
[01:28.593](It's a hundred percent mental, ahh}
[01:31.668]Sometimes I think I would rather catch the virus itself
[01:36.185]Than leave my emotional health to rot on the shelf
[01:41.458]I'm making out with death
[01:43.718]Every day I'm isolated
[01:45.979]Is another baby step
[01:48.490]To full-on seduction
[01:51.501]The way my walls cave in
[01:53.761]Would make you think this house is haunted
[01:56.021]And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
[01:58.533]Would make you think that I had brushed them
[02:01.549]My teenage years are meaningless
[02:03.558]For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
[02:06.319]And I can't go outside
[02:08.831]Without thinking I could die
[02:11.341]My formative years are wasted
[02:13.602]Even if the president won't face it
[02:16.364]And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it
[02:21.887]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:23.896]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[02:26.658]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:28.917]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[02:31.426]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:33.937]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[02:36.447]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:38.958]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[02:41.720]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:43.980]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[02:46.742]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:49.253]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[02:51.762]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:54.272]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[02:56.780]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[02:59.291]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[03:04.593]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[03:05.848]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[03:07.354]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[03:09.613]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[03:12.125]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[03:14.387]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
[03:16.899]My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
[03:19.408]But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

作词 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring
作曲 : Bryanna Noelle Sebring
You say you hate me?
Well, I bet I hate myself more
Your comments don't phase me
And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore
The thoughts subsides
I'm able to push through for one night more
But suicide is creeping up on my back door
I'm able to ignore it at first until I just can't anymore
This feels like bad karma, or a curse sent straight to my core
I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting
Can't stand the smell anymore (can't stand the smell anymore)
I'm making out with death
Every day I'm isolated
Is another baby step
To full-on seduction
The way my walls cave in
Would make you think this house is haunted
And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
Would make you think that I had brushed them
My teenage years are meaningless
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
And I can't go outside
Without thinking I could die
My formative years are wasted
Even if the president won't face it
And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it
I've been fighting illness
Since I was about eight years old
But it's not physical, baby
(It's a hundred percent mental, ahh}
Sometimes I think I would rather catch the virus itself
Than leave my emotional health to rot on the shelf
I'm making out with death
Every day I'm isolated
Is another baby step
To full-on seduction
The way my walls cave in
Would make you think this house is haunted
And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
Would make you think that I had brushed them
My teenage years are meaningless
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
And I can't go outside
Without thinking I could die
My formative years are wasted
Even if the president won't face it
And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?