I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship it's not about love.
Just another funeral and only just another girl left in tears.
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And I'm waiting with the sound turned off
I'm waiting like a glass balloon
And I'm fading into the void and then
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...
They said that hell's not hot
They said that hell's not hot
I gave my soul to someone else
She must have known that it was already sold.
It was never about her, it was about the hurt.
And I'm waiting with the sound turned off
I'm waiting like a glass balloon
and I'm fading into the void and then
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...
I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship it's not about love.
Just another funeral and just another girl left in tears.
And I'm waiting with the sound turned off
I'm waiting like a glass balloon
And I'm fading into the void and then
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...
They said that hell's not hot
They said that hell's not hot
