Texty: Brutal Youth. Spill Your Guts. Heartsick.

My dear heart, are you dead?
Beat twice for 'no'
Stop beating for 'yes'
I'm tired, I'm broken, and yeah I'm a mess
But I'll still press on and on
I woke up
Filled with stress a twitch in my eye a pain in my chest
Sick to my guts
Yeah I wish I was dead
I know I did everything wrong
Play it back watch it again
I've watched this before so I know I don't win
I'm ashamed to be seen on this screen by my friends
Choking on all the words you won't say
But you read like a book, your eyes give you away
This is the last time I put my heart on display
Just called to say Fuck you!