Headstone // Terrified from Nighttime Fog by CØL

I spent so fucking long with a knife to my throat
Cut myself open so I don't ever choke
On words that I didn't know would hurt you, but they hurt me and I'm sorry that I can't seem to be something worth loving
Ever again
Im shaking again
I can barely write these words down I keep dropping the pen
I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to slip and spill my guts again, I just trust you but even then I keep muttering words to myself
I feel like someone else
I feel like somebody else
I can be myself when I'm around you
And maybe that's the danger of you
You bring the worst out if me and when I'm seeing red or can barely see
I still trip up on the mistakes I always bleed
I'm bleeding out
And the mistakes drop off my fucking mouth
They pile up around me until it surrounds and I can't find a way out

Fuck, I'm stuck in the holster again, can't remember if I told her I loved her, but I'm sure I did. Its on repeat in my fucking head. I'm better off dead and if I wasn't such a fuck up maybe she wouldn't of left me for dead

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So little time
I'm terrified
I'm wondering if it's time to hide
I'm wondering if I'll die
Terrified with my own thoughts
Terrified with my own mind

And I don't know where to go, go, go

Where do I go from here?
And how do I get out of here.

I don't think it's time

• Electronic
• Experimental
• depressive
• depressive electronic
• experimental electronic
• genre-bending
• Massachusetts