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letra de puppet brain - autumndropsdead

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[verse 1: autumndropsdead]
you ok?

so i tell myself
don’t die on me
don’t lie to me

i lie here, ask how i’m doing
words out my mouth
is it trash that i’m spewing?
i deserve h-ll for every wrongdoing
you sewed up my heart
just after i skewed it

hate when anybody talk to me
there’s not a lot to me
i’m just distraught and weak
there’s so much to do in the day (day)
what do i have to do to make you stay (stay)

how does this world expect me to keep going
when all that i have are deplеting emotions
and all that i am is pathetic and hopelеss
and all that i ask, and all that i ask is to leave

i’m begging please
i’m falling down
whenever you leave
don’t make a sound
don’t even breathe
i finished counting all my steps
a cliff they lead
[verse 2: sleepwater]
i’ll be ready, drowning
heart beat too fast; anxiety
in my hollow frame
lost cause, puppet brain

spewing my heart
over a fire; got dark
will you be my ember
stuck in a cauldron
do you remember when i was holding
your achy arms i was all upon it
you got my clothes but
you could of stopped it
sorry for the vacancy i wish i locked
it was a f-cking job to you
i wish i stopped it

[bridge: autumndropsdead]
lawless; aching doesn’t stop
isn’t this what i wanted from you
i’m so awful

[verse 3: sleepwater]
don’t make a sound, don’t make a scene
filling my lungs with nicotine
oh d-mn ur the one that i’ll ever need
d-mn ur the one that just let me be
[verse 4: autumndropsdead]
let me be
don’t really know why you like me
are you just starving
for someone’s pysche?
i can hear the hounds
yeah they’re howling in the darkness
wonder what they found
either molly or a carcass

[verse 5: sleepwater]
im prowling in the twilight
everything you say now its a delight
maybe ur an angel in disguise
f-cking up my psyche, cutting all my ties

[verse 6: autumndropsdead]
i cannot talk for long
there’s somewhere i gotta be
the green of the forest it calls
yeah i got a date with the-
i got a date with the trees

tell me who i am
and who i’m supposed to be
won’t be here for long
bitemarks made with t–th
the frostwalker it crawls
arriving at your feet

- autumndropsdead

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