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abel santana - weekend horrors lyrics

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a good friend of mine

told me i sound different

told me i sound hopeless

told me i sound broken

told me i sound numb

told me i k!ll feelings

i just c-cked a load gun

im just tryna paint my pictures

dont care if my colors are dark

like the f-ck is you running from?

i dont think its all pain

i think it some anger

and that sh-t just gotta change

i see thru your fake laughs

you do it alot more

you talking to all these girls

but you dont feel nothing for em!

when the last time you cried?

you walk like somebody died

inside of your f-ckin mind

its out of my f-ckin hands

my demons take me to dance

i’ll take it by f-ckin chance

you scream that you all alone

but you dont want n-body

how does that f-ckin work?

you gotta talk to somebody!

this music can’t f-ckin help you

it only projects it out

i hear the pain in your voice

you laugh just to k!ll the doubt

of thinking youre not okay

dont say i need therapy

i ain’t going to that b-tch

that sh-t ain’t gon f-ckin help me

dont wanna be f-ckin cool

dont play by ya f-ckin rules

im gon be just f-ckin fine

but you know im f-ckin lying

im honestly sick of trying

im tryna make it thru the year

but my demons just want me dying

i ain’t got no f-ckin love

i ain’t got no f-cking drugs

i ain’t got no f-ckin trust

i am the new losers club

in sync with the dark nights

you think that im f-ckin joking

i riddled you all some b-tches

this wolfs banes my antidote

and i think that im f-ckin potent

to females that im in love with

i text you

you saying nothing

i call you and you dont respond

but when i lose my sh-t

you always asking whats f-ckin wrong

you say thatchu love my songs

b-tch half of them are about you!

my feelings are so unnatural

and i thought the world about you

and you gave me f-ckin sp-ce

im running in f-ckin place

and you ask why im f-ckin tired

im gon build an empire

to show you my f-ckin power

im shooting at the stars

im bombing the f-ckin moon

oh you think that im f-ckin playing

we live in a cartoon

im losing my f-ckin head again

and its not even noon

its 10:30

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my demons playing

in my head…

i think that im

better off dead…

for what its worth..

i ain’t worth sh-t…

my demons are myyy

bestfriends! x2

such dark thoughts

forming in my head!

suicide

on the mind

of just a kid….

who am i?

what am i?

i know i ain’t sh-t!

i swear to god

on the devil

ima f-ckin end it!

- abel santana lyrics

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