This Is What A Whitney Wreck Looks Like
Blood spreads all over the ceiling from my miserable anxiety
I've cut from shame but only created a gorey mess
My veins are still pumping but they feel like they're squirting out
And I'm shaking my skins out, ready to yell Bloody Mary
If you want to see a real train crash, a terrorist attack,
'Welcome to Whitney world'
Invite all your friends to watch my pitiful hell
It may feel so cold here, but to me it's my comfort
To see myself falling is only happy thoughts
Now that all the bones in my body are cracked
And my flesh has been slaughtered from your normality
I feel sick after every breath I heave
Not much else to destory me...
I've cut from shame but only created a gorey mess
My veins are still pumping but they feel like they're squirting out
And I'm shaking my skins out, ready to yell Bloody Mary
If you want to see a real train crash, a terrorist attack,
'Welcome to Whitney world'
Invite all your friends to watch my pitiful hell
It may feel so cold here, but to me it's my comfort
To see myself falling is only happy thoughts
Now that all the bones in my body are cracked
And my flesh has been slaughtered from your normality
I feel sick after every breath I heave
Not much else to destory me...