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letra de broken - blahzay roze

[intro]
psychopathic

[verse 1]
you all hate me, and i hate myself
woke up this morning, f-ckin’ waste of pills
haven’t seen myself in over seven years, ’cause i hate my face
so i avoid the mirrors (already smashed them up)
the gl-ss it cuts. i’m like a sinking ship its hard to swim when
i’m all alone and i ain’t got no one here to depend on
cemented meat dragged through the street every one’s is f-cking looking
the anger thickens i can feel depression as its cooking
no emotion on my face ’cause i conceal the pain
standing outside in the storm so i can feel the rain
pouring down on my face. i pretend their tears
you know, ’cause i’ve tried, but i haven’t cried in many years

[pre-chorus]
i hate myself
i loathe myself
i should off myself
why not? i’m broken!

[post-chorus]
“depression is one of the most debilitating-”
i’m broken!
“ugliest, most awful, horrible, negative-”
i’m broken!

[verse 2]
you wanna k!ll me. that’s okay, ’cause i agree with you
my arms have many cuts. you see the ones i’m bleedin’ through
step off this chair and shut the windpipe that i’m breathin’ through
they say always believe, but f-ck them. believe in who?
i don’t belong, i know. i snort the strongest blow
that sh-t is wrong, but so, i don’t have f-ckin’ long to go
every night i dream i’m gonna die; i hope it’s real
i found a bag of pills. i hope it’s dope so i can feel
i’m straight-up suicidal. the f-ckin’ rudest i know
i hope somebody feels my pain through this crude recital
it’s only judas i know. buddhists and jews are psycho
don’t know [?] stuck in this ruthless cycle

[pre-chorus]
you hate my guts
i hate my guts
let’s all hate my guts
why not? i’m broken!

[bridge]
why am i broken inside?
livin’ this broken life
we agree that i’m hated
i’m broke-e-e-e-e-en!
i feel so sad and alone
pain grows right through my bones
my whole life is wasted
i’m broke-e-e-e-e-en!

[verse 3]
i walk crooked, arms full of cuts and pus-y holes
same pair of converse, three years, dusty soles
every week another black and dire busted nose
i f-cked a dope man, back seat of his rusty [?]
my entire life is sh-t, toilet bowl
so much depression that my brain looks like a piece of coal
i’m lacking all composure, no patience, no self-control
drive off a cliff, throw me my keys and let’s roll

[pre-chorus]
you hate my guts
i hate my guts
let’s all hate my guts
why not? i’m broken!

[chorus]
(broken!)
god- god lost his way
made a mistake when he made me
they say i’m lost, and i agree. i’m f-ckin’
(broken!) i-i-i-i don’t wanna be alive. i just wanna die
(broken!) i-i-i-i don’t wanna be alive. i just wanna die
(broken!) i-i-i-i don’t wanna be alive. i just wanna die
(broken!) i-i-i-i don’t wanna be alive. i just wanna die

- blahzay roze

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