Symetrik - Convince Me I Deserve It lyrics

believe that I'll be bleeding from the skin upon my wrists, cuz I'll be struggling to fit in after friends abadon ship, and I know that I have missed out on the pain of hating love, cuz it's a shame I'd rather rust then finally end up gaining trust it's lust that I am after, feed the music in my soul, tried so many years to find a drug to fill the hole, so low below the ground that even maggots fear the sound, of every pebbles crashing on me like a tide in which I drown, I'm down beneath the dirt, believing hurt is all I've got, When the roses rot away, I pray the pain'll finally stop, I'll be laying out my thoughts, decaying corpses for the morgue, But by now I'm just a puppet cuz my body's feeling worn, And I'd try so hard to warn you once I knew we'd fall apart, Try to patch us back together, little stitches at the scars, You're vicious with my heart, that's why I tried to push away As soon as I knew I loved you well I never felt the same, (Cut into disease and bleed the poison from my lungs, the folk's I love so much will end up lapping up my blood, they'll leave me in the mud to crawl on knees among the vermin, I don't know what I did, but they'll convince me I deserve it) So tell me if it's worth it, begging God to heed your call, when pleading for an answer or an arm to catch your fall, backed against a wall, and now you hope he'll test your faith, keep digging yourself deeper cuz it's looking like a grave, pray that he can save you from the sins you thought you hid, holding on to sanity that's clenched within your fist keep wishing you had reason just to call it all a night, walk into the darkness and then fumble towards the light, so stumble out a sentence made of every vile word, pile dirt with thoughts of every loss and every hurt, curse the worthless purpose of the oxygen you breath until you're suffocating praying, bending down on broken knees, you won't know if you bleed until you dig into the skin, and then uncover all the hatred and those tiny little sins, eventually you'll hate the very walls you thought were safe, the skeletons in closets that you'd rather just erase, but humans make mistakes, so raise the gun against your head, pull the hammer back, and now you taste your final breath, the dreams you thought were lost were almost stains upon the paint unless the threats you mouth are empty and you're only shooting blanks (Cut into disease and bleed the poison from my lungs, the folk's I love so much will end up lapping up my blood, they'll leave me in the mud to crawl on knees among the vermin, I don't know what I did, but they'll convince me I deserve it) (Cut into disease and bleed the poison from my lungs, the folk's I love so much will end up lapping up my blood, they'll leave me in the mud to crawl on knees among the vermin, I don't know what I did, but they'll convince me I deserve it)