self-destruct personality

Singer:falling in reverse

there is a price that we all must pay. i'm really sorry for the mess that i have made. so can you tell me what will you do

when everything you've know turns right around on you. i've been through a hell of a lot you let them nail me to your cross

no matter who what where or when i've always went down for all your sins. my daddy told me not to bite my tongue

i hate my mama cause she left me with no love. i bottle it up

i sweep it under the rug. if all the good things got to come to an end

then we're living in a world where the evil wins. i'm obviously pessimistic

cynical

hypocritic mess. yeah!

self-destruct personality

won't discuss my responsibility. i am always walking on the final verge. i'm killing myself but i am not a murderer

i've been through a hell of a lot you let them nail me to your cross

no matter who what where or when i've always went down for all your sins. my daddy told me not to bite my tongue

i hate my mama cause she left me with no love. i bottle it up

i sweep it under the rug. if all the good things got to come to an end

then we're living in a world where the evil wins. i'm obviously pessimistic

cynical

hypocritic mess. never gonna be the only thing that matters in my life when everything around me has failed. who knows what the future brings but eventually the truth will prevail. it's moments like these when you really gotta think about the broken dreams that you sell. tick tock on your head it goes where it stops who knows

like a carousel. my daddy told me not to bite my tongue

i hate my mama cause she left me with no love. i bottle it up and sweep it under the rug. if all the good things gotta come to an end

then we're living in a world where the evil wins. i'm obviously pessimistic

cynical

hypocritic mess. never gonna be the only thing that matters in my life when everything around me has failed. who knows what the future brings but eventually the truth will prevail. it's moments like these when you really gotta think about the broken dreams that you sell. tick tock on your head it goes where it stops who knows

like a carousel.