Weaker
I'm getting weaker
I'm getting thin
The sky is bleaker
The light is dim
Songs about no one
Songs about you
Sung underwater
My lungs are blue
But, I am happy that
You are gone
You are nothing special
An unloaded gun
Yes, I am happy that
You are gone
Laying six feet under
No room to run
I'm getting weaker
I'm getting thin
Secure my conscience
With safety pins
Hold me together
While we fall apart
Your plan of action
Don't you feel smart?
But, I am happy that
You are gone
You are nothing special
An unloaded gun
I am happy that
You are gone
Laying six feet under
No room to run
Still getting weaker tho
Still getting weaker
Still getting weaker tho
Still getting weaker
Getting weaker than I ever been before
Can't pretend that all your bitchin
Didn't leave me feeling sore
Go away, no I don't want you anymore
Find another fucking heart for you to terraform
I'm getting weaker
I'm getting weaker
And, I am happy that
You are gone
You are nothing special
An unloaded gun
I am happy that
You are gone
Laying six feet under
No room to run
I'm getting weaker
I'm getting weaker
I'm getting weaker, weaker, weaker
I'm getting weaker
Autor(es): Kill Your Heroes