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I can’t help feeling this is what I get for sticking my fat nose in someone else’s shit.
I was trying to help, but I still feel sick. So what’s the point of having friends, if in the end it always burns me again?

I can’t help feeling this is what I get for sticking my fat nose in someone else’s shit.
I was trying to help, but I still feel sick. So what’s the point of fucking friends.

With a clenched fist and a trembling jaw, I try to get my shit together as I sit in my car. It's been a rough day, and I hate that you called. It’s hard enough keeping my head up without getting involved.

I hate the way you make me feel like I owe you more than
I would ever ask if it were me instead of you in your shoes.
Either way I lose. I could go down with your ship, or I could live in your guilt trip.

I hope to god that it breaks you.
I hope the scars make sure you never look the same again.
I hope to god that it breaks you.
I hope to hell that it hurts.

I’m not strong enough to keep you from sinking, and I’m not cold enough to watch you drown.
If I jump in and we both die from the same things, I just don’t see how that is helping out

I’m not strong enough to hold it together, but It breaks my heart to watch you struggle for air.
I’m sorry I couldn’t get both of us out, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t there.

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from Gods Over Broken People, released May 20, 2022

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