[hook] Why do I always feel The need to let go? 'Til the tears come Slidin' down my pillow (I. Don't. Know. Why?) [verse 1] I hate when things Take a different turn How I make mistakes And can never learn Reach for things that Are hard for me to earn Turn on campfire mode So I can watch me burn The list goes on and on All while clinging to My bed And building fake Scenarios in my head Which I assumed Would be my salvation Goddamn my imagination That throws me always In a foreign land A different nation, and Sometimes in front of a Ticket window in A metro station [verse 2] I live for the thrill I gotta say it's Sometimes more like Kill Bill or Work harder to pay the bill Mostly eat more so You don't end up ill And some of it, calm down And stand still To the mirror Sometimes I miss you Most of the time You're the issue I'd like to know you Even though you're See-through I say it while Wiping my runny eyes With a tissue [hook] Why do I always feel The need to let go? 'Til the tears come Slidin' down my pillow (I. Don't. Know. Why?) [chorus] I'm sick of pretending Everything's okay I need someone to lift This and throw it away It can't be this hard There must be a way To stop feeling this way It can't be this dark I must let hope in It's kinda of a habit More like nico-tin I cry twice a day Sometimes thrice To break the rout-ine I. Gotta. Say. That I'm addicted to tear-oin (I cry-I cry, I cry) (I cry-I cry, I cry) (I cry-I cry, I cry) [verse 3] I cry for the pleasure Of it all It hits my brain like I'm run-through or Crashed into a wall Most people fall and Stand up while I Just stand up so I Could feel the fall Aren't I quite a puzzle? Oh God, if you knew How much I'm packing Or the issues I nuzzled I keep count of my Mental breakdowns Once every day so I don't overdo it and End up bedbound again If I have to rate how Bad it is, I'll give it Hopeless out of ten All that while I'm Doing what I can I'm close to overdosing So let me end it With the paper and the pen [hook] Why do I always feel The need to let go? 'Til the tears come Slidin' down my pillow (I. Don't. Know. Why?) [chorus] I'm sick of pretending Everything's okay I need someone to lift This and throw it away It can't be this hard There must be a way To stop feeling this way It can't be this dark I must let hope in It's kinda of a habit More like nicotine I cry twice a day Sometimes three To break the routine I. Gotta. Say. That I'm addicted to tear-oine (I cry-I cry, I cry) (I cry-I cry, I cry) (I cry-I cry, I cry) [fadeout/end]
