Knuckles (A Sad Song)

I've been growing fond of cutting up my hands again
But this time it's not from playing songs, it's throwing fists
Not even therapy can fix the damage dealt
My god, my god, my god, yeah

I spent so much time alone that I could barely tell
That my bloody knuckles were the only pain I felt
Not even therapy can make me love myself
My god, my god, my god, yeah

But you’re doing just fine without me aren’t you
I’ve been living two straight years of suffering right through
Not even Jesus Christ could save me from you
My god, my god, my god, yeah

I was lonelier when I was with you
I’ve been going hard trying to make something of myself
I’ve been chasing sanity while they’re all chasing clout
But even on the movie screen i’m still judging myself
You ain’t god, you ain’t god, you ain’t god

But you’re doing just fine without me aren’t you
I’ve been living two straight years of sacrifice too
Not even Jesus Christ could save me from you
My god, my god, my god, yeah
My god, my god, my god

But you're doing just fine without my aren't you
I've been living two straight years of suffering right through
I was either too proud or too fucked up to tell you
You ain't god, you ain't god, you ain't god
My god, my god, my god

I was lonelier when I was with you

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