Out of the Round Lyrics

What I've endured, you'd be dead by now

He wanted to take me down in the ring, he's already out of the round

Everything you find in my house is mine, you fucking bitch

I'm still working on myself, I don't notice it anymore

Crying bitch! You crawl slowly, check my score

I don't feel anything and I'm fine

I'm wearing classic clothes it's fier

I don't want an award, give me money

I'm on my back and my arms feel like I've been run over by a train pussy

The fridge is cleaned out, who's gonna go shopping when I'm on the floor like a pussy

Most of my friends left

When you're bleeding on the ground you still need a lift from someone

I was falling down a hole, I thought it was okey

Because of unhappy love, bitch

An angel fell from heaven, with whom I felt free, Too bad she left

it was meant to be and at night she calls me with no place to sleep

From high up on the tarmac, I opened my eyes and found myself

There's a nicotine on the bed and I'm writing early in the morning

I'm cold and the thermometer reads 42 degrees

They laughed at me for being 0, but they don't know what I'm working on all the time

There's a guitar out of tune in the corner

What I've endured, you'd be dead by now

He wanted to take me down in the ring, he's already out of the round

Everything you find in my house is mine, you fucking bitch

What I've endured, you'd be dead by now

He wanted to take me down in the ring, he's already out of the round

Everything you find in my house is mine, you fucking bitch

I'm still working on myself, I don't notice it anymore