Hurting Myself

D               C
just because i survived
G
doesnt make me stronger
        D            C
i dont feel like a survivor
                G
i feel like frankensteins monster
      D        C
artificially alive
                G
with shackles stapled to my ankles
               D             C
carrying weights that aren’t mine
         G
with a body torn and tangled

D         C
i am still alive just like
     G
a cockroach hiding underneath your
D          C
sink, i survived but not on
G
purpose, and what do i have to show for
D         C
it? a repertoire of sorry
G
songs and calloused fingers playing
D                     C            G
chords, i write and write with no prevail

           D                C                  G
i have a backpack full of rocks but all the rocks build up in time
              D                  C                  G
and whilst i know theyre mine to carry , they were never really mine
            D                C             G
i have to bear your heavy burden, have to bear it and survive
           D                  C                  G
but god i can’t keep pushing rocks up hills when they keep rolling down
D C G

          D         C
so im staying in my dirt hole
            G
like an ostrich saving face
          D                   C
leave my tossed out dirty clothes around
G
like a makeshift bed
         D               C
and if i curl up in the corner
G
to cry until i sleep
         D         C
that’ll be another question
         G*
i’ll avoid and then repeat

      D                  C
not saving myself for anyone
      G
im saving you from me
         D           C
cus im as toxic as a wasteland
          G
and as awful as can be
            D              C
i am like candy good in portions
         G
but ill carve holes in your teeth
         D                  C
and ill smother all your organs
      G
till you grow tired of me

D         C                 G
i have a chain that jinge jangles all the way home to my
D                C                   G
bed,  and if my bodys scarred and mangled that means im making progress
D      C                G
i know moving on will hurt and holy fuck it hurts like
D                 C                  G
hell, but god i can’t push rocks up hills without hurting
D C G
myself, without hurting
D C G
myself, without hurting
D C G
myself, without hurting
D C G
myseeeeeelf

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