самых types of I've told you stories about myself I've told you that I thought I needed help I've walked around the city by myself I've had an empty night I couldn't tell you how it felt I texted you I needed someone else To remind me that I'm acting like myself I've had an empty night again Hold up, I'm acting difficult It's fucked up, I don't know who I've become What is done, what is done, what is done Who will get the last of me? Sweet surrender from this bitter body Taste your time and melt your eyes This bag of bones was born to realize that it's lust and love and all of the above A body in demise from a symptom in disguise Spun from memories we had, ones I'll try to find Yeah, hold up, I'm acting difficult It's fucked up, I don't know who I've become What is done, what is done, what is done Who I've become What is done, what is done, what is done Who will get the last of me? Thanks for watching!