Below the Belt

Maybe I’m just always overreacting

But lately I’ve been feeling so out of practice with everyone

Can’t put up with anyone

 

When you’re left

In your own mess,

It’s not my problem

You lash out

Start to freak out

Find help

From somebody else

Who likes the drama

You pass your trauma to me

 

So beat me like a punching bag

I can take more hits than you’ll ever get

Watch me bleed

Into nothing

I’m already dead

So beat me like a punching bag

 

 

I don’t wanna hear what you’re gonna say now

Like your pain means something that I’m gonna need now

You should keep your thoughts up inside of your mouth

Cuz It’s shit that no one wants to be around

 

Could be something you said

Calling yourself a friend

I just want it to end

Cuz you keep beating me down

 

When you’re left in your own mess

You lash out

Don’t pass your trauma to me

So watch me bleed into nothing

Cause you can’t put it to rest

Soon you’ll have nobody left