Cope Songtext
von Truth & Tragedy

I can′t stand to fucking live
With these thoughts in my head
And do i really even care if
I live or if i'm dead

Self destructive, overdose
Self medicate through the shit that i create

If it makes no difference
Then cut me a line
A few shots of jameson
And I′ll be just fine

The only thing i fear
Are these demons of mine
I can't fucking sleep
When they're screaming all night

All these track marks
Won′t tell you no lies
I′m never fucking happy
Till i start up a fight


Standing in the mens room
In front of the mirror
The room is fucking spinning
And i'm coughing up blood

Maybe i should just go home
I know i left you all alone
Why the fuck won′t you pick up the phone
And what the hell is going on

Well maybe i'll have one more round
I got some demons that i need to drown

Maybe i should just go home
I know i left you all alone
Why the fuck won′t you pick up the phone
And what the hell is going on

Well maybe i'll have one more round
I got some demons that i need to drown

Standing on a bridge with a pistol in my hand
Staring at the water thinking this is the end
I wanna be the man that you think i can be
But i was just a child when they took that choice from me