文本歌词

Overheating due to thoughts overloading my brain
No reason to try knowing it'll end with pain
Anyway no one ever listens to anything I say
Followed by embarrassment always wearing shame
Things I can't contain I gotta learn to shut up
I've figured out that no one really gives a f**k
I ask myself about why you don't pick up your phone
But I know it's 'cause he's in your sheets at home
Things I think about when I'm alone
She was once mine but now she's something I no longer own
Something I no longer own
I'd rather not know about all the things you do
Keep all that sh*t between just him and you
I'd rather not know about all the things you do
Keep all that sh*t between just him and you
Woah
Woah
How could I pick up the phone
Slow mo
My vision started to go
And I wait
And I pray
For the panic to just go away
But it stays
And it clings
To the walls in the body of me
Woah
Woah