Blood, Sweat, Tears - We Were Promised Jetpacks

Blood sweat tears

I’ve been hiding all of these, accordingly

Cause I don’t want to share a weakness

Would you want a piece of me

If you could see what’s really happening on the inside?

Nothing that I want to be comes easily

I must admit I’m over trying

Do you wake up thinking no thank you?

Used to happen all the time

Do you wake up thinking post mortem?

Hasn’t happened in a while

So blasé

How come things come naturally to you not me

I’m sick of playing second fiddle

Nothing that you say or do

Could take me to a place where I could share with strangers

I can feel my body rot

From top to toe

And to top it off it hurts a lot

Do you wake up thinking no thank you?

Used to happen all the time

Do you wake up thinking post mortem?

Hasn’t happened in a while

Do you wake up thinking no thank you?

Used to happen all the time

Do you wake up thinking post mortem?

Hasn’t happened in a while

You’re always on the run