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• Artiste: Four Year Strong
• Titre: The Worst Part About Me
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A symptomatic sign of the changing times And I feel like I'm just flying blind So I'm bracing myself for the fallout I never had a strong enough stomach for me to endure All of the carnage, shock and the gore You're leaving me breadcrumbs to follow I try to hold it together But you just pull me apart Go on and rip my beating heart out Fill my body up with disease It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out You're still the worst part about me I used to have the nerve to combust But my spine is caked in dust completely covered in rust And I'm sick of just coughing my lungs out You always try to throw another wrench in the gears Filling up my head with your bad ideas That's what I get for always sticking my neck out I try to hold it together But you just pull me apart Go on and rip my beating heart out Fill my body up with disease It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out You're still the worst part about me Split me down the middle, open up my chest You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest Split me down the middle, open up my chest You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest Split me down the middle, open up my chest You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest Split me down the middle, open up my chest I can stitch myself up good enough, clean up the mess that you left Go on and rip my fuckin' heart out Fill my body up with disease It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out You're still the worst part about me