Charlotte Sands
I, can’t help but think the worst of myself when
I, go out of my way to ruin my peace of mind.
I’m an optimist, but the pessimist wins sometimes.
Mhm, mmm.
And I’m fighting with the mirror, when I thought that we were friends.
I wanna disappear, but then I’m going out again.
Am I getting better, or just better at pretending?
Oh, some things never change.
I’m still at war with my brain.
I want so badly to feel good, I wonder,
How much more can I take?
I’ll just keep digging my grave.
I won’t be happy ’til I’m six feet under.
Days, turn into nights and every night feels the same.
It’s hard to get dressed, ’cause look at this mess I’ve made.
I sit by myself, the stories I tell are fake.
Uh-uh, uh.
So I’m avoiding every mirror, I can’t look at her again.
I’d rather disappear, than have to wait to see the end.
Am I getting better, or just better at pretending?
Oh, some things never change.
I’m still at war with my brain.
I want so badly to feel good, I wonder,
How much more can I take?
I’ll just keep digging my grave.
I won’t be happy ’til I’m six feet under.
(I won’t be happy ’til I’m six feet under.)
(I won’t be happy ’til I’m six feet under.)
I, can’t help but think the worst of myself when
I, go out of my way to ruin my peace of mind.
It’s hard to keep breathing. Why do I even try?
Mhm, mmm.
Oh, some things never change.
I’m still at war with my brain.
I want so badly to feel good, I wonder,
How much more can I take?
I’ll just keep digging my grave.
I won’t be happy ’til I’m six feet under.
(I won’t be happy ’til I’m six feet under.)
I won’t be happy ’til I’m six feet under.
