Song of Myself Songtext
von Fight Back Mountain
Song of Myself Songtext
I could be a symbol of defeat
If I could make it through the day
I could write a symphony of shame
I′ll never make it through the day
But you won't hear me, you won′t see me
You won't feel a thing
But you won't hear me, you won′t see me
You won′t feel a thing
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don′t think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should
Because I
I′m dead on the inside
And sick on the outside
Dead on the inside
And fucking sick
I could be a symbol of defeat
If I could make it through the day
I could write the next "Song of Myself"
You'll never listen anyway
But you won′t hear me, you won't see me
You won't feel a thing
But you won′t hear me, you won′t see me
You won't feel a thing
I don′t think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don′t think I should
Because I
I'm dead on the inside
And sick on the outside
Dead on the inside
And fucking sick
If I could make it through the day
I could write a symphony of shame
I′ll never make it through the day
But you won't hear me, you won′t see me
You won't feel a thing
But you won't hear me, you won′t see me
You won′t feel a thing
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don′t think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should
Because I
I′m dead on the inside
And sick on the outside
Dead on the inside
And fucking sick
I could be a symbol of defeat
If I could make it through the day
I could write the next "Song of Myself"
You'll never listen anyway
But you won′t hear me, you won't see me
You won't feel a thing
But you won′t hear me, you won′t see me
You won't feel a thing
I don′t think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don′t think I should
Because I
I'm dead on the inside
And sick on the outside
Dead on the inside
And fucking sick
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