[00:00.000] 作词 : Brandon Lee Smith
[00:00.237] 作曲 : Brandon Lee Smith
[00:00.474]Tearing out
[00:02.597]Tearing out pieces of me
[00:07.612]To replace the broken pieces of you
[00:11.923]Tearing out
[00:14.064]Tearing out pieces of me
[00:18.848]To replace the broken pieces of you
[00:23.134]I'm fxcking broken, they seen me empty
[00:25.528]Glasses turn to bottles, in my head I'm feeling dizzy
[00:27.929]But you never fxcking listen, gotta jump to your conclusions
[00:30.881]I've been heading in directions where I end up getting bruises
[00:34.070]That's what the truth is, I take the blame
[00:36.452]Always getting jaded, back around, they're all the same
[00:39.424]Never wanna hear me, I've been beating from the start
[00:42.094]I got money, I got pills, and I got a broken heart
[00:45.596]Fxck the love, I'm needing trust
[00:47.977]A kiss could make me stronger but it's fixing no one's heart
[00:50.908]I don't need you closer, I just need a will to start
[00:53.596]Numbing through prescriptions, isolation's where I part
[00:56.241]So I'm back onto the track, and where my head is going mad
[00:59.173]Got a 30m of everything, a pill to make me sad
[01:01.819]I've seen it all before and now I'm reminiscing back
[01:04.738]Had to take a quick vacation just to let the feelings pass
[01:08.200]I'm aesthetic and now I get it
[01:10.584]Depression had me fxcked up, gotta put it in collection
[01:13.198]But no wonder why I'm messed up, living past and not the present
[01:16.052]Gotta count it on my wrist just to catch up, here's a present
[01:19.509]Gotta love me, or probably not
[01:21.903]You never fxcking see in the past, those feelings gone caught
[01:24.570]Gotta shut me down, put me down on 7th block
[01:27.515]Back into the prison where'd I'd end up getting shot
[01:30.729]Tearing out
[01:32.858]Tearing out pieces of me
[01:38.164]To replace the broken pieces of you
[01:42.432]Tearing out
[01:44.565]Tearing out pieces of me
[01:49.373]To replace the broken pieces of you
[01:53.612]I'm fxcking broken, they seen me empty
[01:55.746]Glasses turn to bottles, in my head I'm feeling dizzy
[01:58.414]But you never fxcking listen, gotta jump to your conclusions
[02:01.342]I've been heading in directions where I ended getting bruises
[02:04.556]That's what the truth is, I take the blame
[02:06.945]Always getting jaded, back around, they're all the same
[02:09.878]Never wanna hear me, I've been beating from the start
[02:12.538]I got money, I got pills, and I got a broken heart, yeah

作词 : Brandon Lee Smith
作曲 : Brandon Lee Smith
Tearing out
Tearing out pieces of me
To replace the broken pieces of you
Tearing out
Tearing out pieces of me
To replace the broken pieces of you
I'm fxcking broken, they seen me empty
Glasses turn to bottles, in my head I'm feeling dizzy
But you never fxcking listen, gotta jump to your conclusions
I've been heading in directions where I end up getting bruises
That's what the truth is, I take the blame
Always getting jaded, back around, they're all the same
Never wanna hear me, I've been beating from the start
I got money, I got pills, and I got a broken heart
Fxck the love, I'm needing trust
A kiss could make me stronger but it's fixing no one's heart
I don't need you closer, I just need a will to start
Numbing through prescriptions, isolation's where I part
So I'm back onto the track, and where my head is going mad
Got a 30m of everything, a pill to make me sad
I've seen it all before and now I'm reminiscing back
Had to take a quick vacation just to let the feelings pass
I'm aesthetic and now I get it
Depression had me fxcked up, gotta put it in collection
But no wonder why I'm messed up, living past and not the present
Gotta count it on my wrist just to catch up, here's a present
Gotta love me, or probably not
You never fxcking see in the past, those feelings gone caught
Gotta shut me down, put me down on 7th block
Back into the prison where'd I'd end up getting shot
Tearing out
Tearing out pieces of me
To replace the broken pieces of you
Tearing out
Tearing out pieces of me
To replace the broken pieces of you
I'm fxcking broken, they seen me empty
Glasses turn to bottles, in my head I'm feeling dizzy
But you never fxcking listen, gotta jump to your conclusions
I've been heading in directions where I ended getting bruises
That's what the truth is, I take the blame
Always getting jaded, back around, they're all the same
Never wanna hear me, I've been beating from the start
I got money, I got pills, and I got a broken heart, yeah