FTS (KYS)
[Verse 1]
I’ve killed off the parts of me
That prove to be weak
Unable to cope
With this world
And the terrors of life
That keep me awake
Through the night
[Verse 2]
I’d poison myself
Like a sport; competitively
The last man standing’s the loser
And the first one down
Is the first one
To find the escape
And I never lose
[Verse 3]
I grew tired of running
Hiding, and lying
And searching for solutions
To my problems at the bottom
Of the fuckin bottle
[Bridge]
[Verse 4]
Find the strength
And kill yourself
Rеinvent the new you
Find thе strength
And kill all the parts
That you don’t love