Texty: Sum 41. Screaming Bloody Murder.

I'm not quite myself these days
Guess we all come undone
Time to time in different ways
Well, I have myself to blame
Guess I don't understand
I need help in many ways

God's got a plan for me
Well I'm gonna tell you one thing
I don't got the patientes or the time

What can I say I'm no angel
I'm not forsaken
But I can bleed

Tear me open, I believe
God will set you up to bleed
And no one can deceive
What is meant to be and
Bloody murder we will scream

Well I guess it's time for me
Tell me what I'm left to believe in
Cause I don't know the concept of the pain
I don't want the faith
I'll just lose it, I can prove it
Watch me bleed

Cause I'm not giving up
Will self control, suffocate it to the bone?
I'm my worst enemy
Who can't be save
I'm just his disgrace

These days are strange it's true
There's not a thing that I would change
No mistakes that I'd undo

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