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letra de sorry - derek rinsema

got my mind on backwards these days
always finding what words to say
got me screaming why would you care
when i can’t look me in my face

i was f-cked up
you were too drunk
off of no sleep
why’d i stay up
waiting for you
to tell me
i’m not enough

i would sit there gasping for air
tears stay streaming
no one compares
no one gets me there like you do

i’ve got too much nerve
you would always swerve
waiting for my payday
checks would always mayday
going to the bars too much
my mind made up
i’ll get f-cked up
who gave a f-ck? yeah
gave a f-ck, yeah
got my mind on backwards these days
always finding what words to say
got me screaming why would you care
when i can’t look me in my face

got my mind on backwards these days
always finding what words to say
got me screaming why would you care
when i can’t look me in my face

i was f-cked up
you were too drunk
off of no sleep
why’d i stay up
waiting for you
to tell me
i’m not enough

got my life wrapped up in tats and drugs
and s-x, and what i wish i was
i easily keep falling for the thoughts that always start the wars in our life
i know she knows i’m sorry
i don’t owe anybody anything

if i lie i be sipping all the time
only winning on my mind
which i’m struggling to find
without purpose it’s a first wish already broken, i’m certain
only two things took for granted i’m a really f-cked up person
and i’m never feeling worth it but the second that i get to where
i know i’ll still be searching for the person i once was before
the pennies got me lurching and the henny went down easily
remembering the hurt before when less of me was hurting, yeah
i get back up
fell down enough
when the world starts spinning put down the cup
drown out the noise with the buzzing

inked up
put my drink up
i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, you know wassup
no more roadblocks
count the paystubs
keep on mobbing with the painters with the paint brushes
yeah

got my mind on backwards these days
always finding what words to say
got me screaming why would you care
when i can’t look me in my face

inked up
put my drink up
i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, you know wassup
no more roadblocks
count the paystubs
keep on mobbing with the painters with the paint brushes
keep the real ones
count your blessings
always have fun
life gets messy
try to keep up
stop the stressing
try to keep up
quit the guessing

- derek rinsema

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