TeardropsWe hurt ourselves for funForce-feed our fear until our hearts go numbAddicted to a lonely kind of loveWhat I wanna knowIs how we got this stressed out, paranoidEverything is going darkNothing makes me sadder than my headI'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stopsI can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from meOh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thingThe emptiness is heavier than you thinkI'm tripping on the edgeHigh as a kite, I'm never coming downAnd if you hear me, guess you know how it feelsTo be aloneSo how'd we get this stressed out, paranoid?Everything is going darkNothing makes me sadder than my headI'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stopsI can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from meOh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thingThe emptiness is heavier than you thinkSuicidal, violent tragic state of mindLost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christSuicidal, violent, tragic state of mindLost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christI'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stopsI can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from meOh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thingThe emptiness is heavier than you thinkI'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stopsI can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from meOh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thingThe emptiness is heavier than you thinkTeardropsTeardropsI'm running out of teardropsThe emptiness is heavier than you think
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We hurt ourselves for fun
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb
Addicted to a lonely kind of love
What I wanna know
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
Everything is going dark
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
I'm tripping on the edge
High as a kite, I'm never coming down
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels
To be alone
So how'd we get this stressed out, paranoid?
Everything is going dark
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
I'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
I'm running out of teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
The emptiness is heavier than you think
Teardrops
Teardrops
I'm running out of teardrops
The emptiness is heavier than you think
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