I've got some baggage built up
Back home
Full of all things that were never thought through
I find hard to face my truth
Cause it's all so morbid
Pour it all, mess it up, end of story
I am pleased, mindless me is pure glory
Lost myself, found my weakness
Where is all so morbid
I've got it all over my mind again
Things feel never right when I'm on the edge
I made a loop, a habit of all this sick pretend
Sometimes I can't even recognise myself
So I hide under my bed
Where is all so morbid
Pour it all, mess it up, end the story
I am pleased, mindless me is pure glory
Pour it all, mess it up, end my story
I am pleased, mindless me is pure glory
Pour it all, mess it up, end my story
I am pleased, mindless me is pure glory
Eeeh eeeh, eeeh eeeh, oooh
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