Athletes. - Patching Up Lungs (acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Patching Up Lungs (acoustic)

God knows I can survive, but I'm no good at feeling alive.
I can't stand it.
I can't stand it anymore.
I can't take it.
I can't take it anymore.
I hate my friends.
I hate my family, but most of all I hate myself,
Because you're gone and I'm broken,
And these pills are my only friends…
Because you're lost and forgotten.
I don’t think this is how it ends.
I can't cope with this.
I can't cope with this anymore.
I can't live with this.
I can't live with this anymore.
I hate my god.
I hate my country, but most of all I lost (hate) myself,
Because you're gone and I'm broken,
And these pills are my only friends.
Yes, I'm lost; soon forgotten.
I don’t think this is how it ends.
Patch up my lungs while you're holding my heart, because I find it hard to breathe while were apart.
Let's pretend that we're ok until we are ok.