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kuriosity - death lyrics

Artist: kuriosity

album: death


I feel so stupid
It never works out for me
So fuckin' useless
I'm not who I wanna be
So fuckin' clueless
Need you to set me free
I need you to set me free
I feel so stupid
It never works out for me
I feel so useless
I'm not who I wanna be
Feel like a nuisance, yeah
There's no need for me
So fuckin' clueless
Need you to set me free (Dercept)
I should've known it wouldn't work out
Grippin' my soul now
I think you're in control now
So fuckin' worn out
Got a barrel to my skull now
Is this how I go out?
Or should I put it to my stomach
Watch my guts fuckin' flow out
And I'm not phased by what you think
Or your comments on my page
I'm fuckin done with everything
I swear to God, I wanna run away
Change my name, change my face
I'll slowly watch my friends decay
Like, fuck the fame, it's all the same
I might just fuckin' blow my brains
Call me a nuisance, tell me I'm stupid
Well bitch, it's all your fault
Tell me I'm useless, tell me I'm clueless
And I won't think at all
Say you don't want me, well stupid bitch
Sit back and watch me ball
Knife in my fingers, enter it deeper
'Til I can't feel at all
I try my heart out so I'm left with bruises
Thought it'd be different
But we're both stupid
I pour my heart out
I end up losin'
I'm only sixteen
So fuckin' clueless
Got ripped jeans magazines
Cigarettes on her breath (Oh, woah)
You never know what the fuck's goin' on in her head (No)
I don't know why I'm here
These people want me dead
I'll grant their wish
I'll put a bullet through my head
They'll see me laying on the floor
Like they want me to
There's blood and guts on the door
Don't come in 'til I'm through
This is my final fucking stand
Not an interlude
Before I blow my fucking brains
Point the gun at you
And I'm not phased by what you think
Or your comments on my page
I'm fuckin done with everything
I swear to God, I wanna run away
Change my name, change my face
I'll slowly watch my friends decay
Like, fuck the fame, it's all the same
I might just fuckin' blow my brains
Call me a nuisance, tell me I'm stupid
Well bitch, it's all your fault
Tell me I'm useless, tell me I'm clueless
And I won't think at all
Say you don't want me, well stupid bitch
Sit back and watch me ball
Knife in my fingers, enter it deeper
'Til I can't feel at all

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