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Please Leave by Start Troubleالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Please Leave by Start Trouble

What would I need drugs for?
To keep my mind off you
Why do I lock myself in my room?
Alone.
And I was scared
That the world would make me numb
And I would become like it
Someday they will pay for all of this

Break, break, shatter the mirror
Glass, glass, glass in my hand
Blood, blood, blood on the counter
And I don?t think you?d ever understand
Hurt, hurt, hurting my feelings
Fuck, fuck, my self-esteem
Shut, shut, the door and let me be
Some things are just wrong with me

Why would I cut myself?
To keep my mind off you
Why do I hate myself the way I do?
I do.
And I was scared
That the world would make me numb
And I would become like it
Someday they will pay for all of this

Break, break, shatter the mirror
Glass, glass, glass in my hand
Blood, blood, blood on the counter
And I don?t think you?d ever understand
Hurt, hurt, hurting my feelings
Fuck, fuck, my self-esteem
Shut, shut, the door and let me be
Some things are just wrong with me

Look at me now
Look at me hurt myself tonight
Look at me now
Look at me, look at me
Hurt myself tonight

Break, break, shatter the mirror
Glass, glass, glass in my hand
Blood, blood, blood on the counter
And I don?t think you?d ever understand
Hurt, hurt, hurting my feelings
Fuck, fuck, my self-esteem
Shut, shut, the door and let me be
Some things are just wrong
Please leave
Please leave

Writer : WALKER, LUKE / CASE, TERRY
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.