Sad

My teeth hurt from clenching my jaw
Can't sleep 'cause my mouth won't stay closed
I like to pretend that my fingertips
Are like sutures that hold up my lips
'Cause the sheen is all gone
Color drawn out like blood
When I get sad
'Cause the sheen is all gone
Color drawn out like blood
When I get sad
Am I really as bad you think?
Guess I'm unaware, yeah, I must be naive
For thinking you'd ever love me
With the bruises I've got, you think I'm a disease
'Cause the sheen is all gone
Color drawn out like blood
When I gеt sad
'Cause the sheen is all gone
Color drawn out likе blood
When I get sad