This Is Going to Hurt Songtext
von soastasphrenas

The future can′t come sooner,
In the past I'm trapped inside.
Moment after moment,
Frequent thoughts of suicide.

Warning, this is not a test.


Please, hear me.
"We gather to bow our heads"
Stick to the script.
This might not be what you want,
But this thing is dead.

I made my bed, so i can lie in it.
I dug my grave, so let me die in it.

End me, I′m begging.