God, I hate the way you
God, I hate the way you
God, I hate the way you
God, I hate the way
I've carried around this pain forever
Is my crutch a demon or a savior?
I, so I made a mess of me
Don't give a fuck of what you think
Now, you shoulda better be rollin'
You hold me up as though I'm fallin' down
I know I'm not your sacred cow
Afraid to wake it and afraid to sleep
Just be conscious of what you see
Crutch
Crutch
My burden feeds on those around me
Insatiable appetites around me
I, so I made a mess of me
Don't give a fuck of what you think
Now, you shoulda better be rollin'
You hold me up as though I'm fallin' down
I know I'm not your sacred cow
Afraid to wake it and afraid to sleep
Just be conscious of what you see
God, I hate the way you look at me
God, I hate the way you talk to me
God, I hate the way you look at me
God, I hate the way you talk to me
God, I hate the way you look at me
God, I hate the way you talk to me
God, I hate the way you look at me
God, I hate the way
You hold me up as though I'm fallin' down
I know I'm not your sacred cow
Afraid to wake it and afraid to sleep
Just be conscious of what you see
Crutch
Crutch
Crutch
Crutch

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