I can feel it coming up when I talk
Overthinking I got acid in my throat I'm a joke
And if I'm being honest
I think that I've lost it
Pick my fingers to the bone acetone
I don't know but I can never be alone
Here I go making something of nothing
I think that I've lost it
If you could see the things inside my head
You'd close your eyes instead of watching
Whoa-oh
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
Chronic panic attack can't relax
I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac it's a fact
Did I go through the motions?
Hopin' it's not hopeless
If you could see the things inside my head
You'd close your eyes instead of watching
Whoa-oh (You wouldn't want to see the things in my head)
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
God it makes me sick
God it makes me
God it makes me sick
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God it makes me sick
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick