#/ just a sick sad sorry mess living like a masochist / your worst impressions were right about me’

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

have a ∞ ! i don’t think i’ve ever seen a song on your airbuds twice im so intrigued as to what song it’ll be

SWORD!!!! Hiiiiii <3 you have rolled Masochist by Polaris!!!! There are SO many good lyrics in this song so choosing was hell but. I think my fave is

(your worst impressions were right) / I could ask you to stay, if you're feeling forgiving / I could live with the guilt, if you call this living

[crmsndragonwngss]

Am I addicted to the misery, Is this how I'll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound? Am I in love with all my ailments, Glutton for punishment? You can't trust me to be there for you

I've got this cold black silhouette Hanging like a marionette Casting a shadow, a shade on me Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, Living like a masochist Your worst impressions were right about me

Wasting a waning youth Waiting for something to help me pull through I never saw the sun through the clouds I lost faith when the skies were falling down

[xo-callitkarma]

This is a place I know too well, been down here a while, if you can't tell.

And I have analyzed and tried my best to justify the sorrow I have brought upon myself.

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound?

Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can't trust me to be there for you.

I thought I had this, I thought I had this all figured out, you’d think I'd learned from all the shit I fucking screamed about.

When there was sun I couldn't see the clouds, still climbing the walls of this well just to dive back down.

Until I reached my rock bottom, down to the marrow, bringing up the bad blood I'd forgotten.

Is it me that's making me sick? Been burning both ends of the wick.

I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette, casting a shadow, a shade over me.

Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist, your worst impressions were right about me.

I could ask you to stay, if you're feeling forgiving, I could live with the guilt, if you call this living.

I could try to memorize each grain of sand, as it slips through my fingers, and falls from my hands.

It took me longer than I'd care to admit; this life is only what I choose to make of it.

And the only thing standing in-between happiness and myself was this depression I held so close to my chest.

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound?

Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can't trust me to be there for you.

I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette, casting a shadow, a shade over me.

Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist, your worst impressions were right about me.

Wasting a waning youth, waiting for something to help me pull through.

I never saw the sun through the clouds. I lost faith when the skies were falling down.

[devilishnoise]

I thought I had this, I thought I had this all figured out

You'd think I'd learned from all the shit I fucking screamed about

When there was Sun I couldn't see for the clouds

Still climbing the walls of this well just to dive back down

Until I reached my rock bottom

Down to the marrow, bringing up the bad blood I'd forgotten

Is it me that's making me sick?

Been burning both ends of the wick

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be?

Grinding the salt into every wound?

Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?

You can't trust me to be there for you

I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette

Casting a shadow, a shade over me

Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist

Your worst impressions were right about me

[deepwatersdarkthoughts]

I could ask you to stay, if you're feeling forgiving

I could live with the guilt, if you call this living

I could try to memorize each grain of sand

As it slips through my fingers, and falls from my hands

It took me longer than I'd care to admit

This life is only what I choose to make of it

And the only thing standing in-between happiness and myself

Was this depression I held so close to my chest

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be?

Grinding the salt into every wound?

Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?

You can't trust me to be there for you

I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette

Casting a shadow, a shade over me

Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist

Your worst impressions were right about me

Wasting a waning youth

Waiting for something to help me pull through

I never saw the sun through the clouds

I lost faith when the skies were falling down

[whiskey2theveins]

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be?

Grinding the salt into every wound?

Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?

You can't trust me to be there for you

I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette,

Casting a shadow, a shade on me

Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist

Your worst impressions were right about me

[imtherightalice]

This is a place I know too well Been down here a while, if you can't tell And I have analysed and tried my best to justify The sorrow I have brought upon myself

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I’ll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound? Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can’t trust me to be there for you

I thought I had this, I thought I had this all figured out You’d think I’d learned from all the shit I fucking screamed about When there was sun I couldn’t see for the clouds, Still climbing the walls of this well just to dive back down, Until I reached my rock bottom Down to the marrow, bringing up the bad blood I’d forgotten Is it me that’s making me sick? Been burning both ends of the wick

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I’ll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound? Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can’t trust me to be there for you

I’ve got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette, Casting a shadow, a shade over me Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist Your worst impressions were right about me

I could ask you to stay, if you’re feeling forgiving I could live with the guilt, if you call this living I could try to memorise each grain of sand As it slips through my fingers, and falls from my hands It took me longer than I’d care to admit This life is only what I choose to make of it And the only thing standing in-between happiness and myself Was this depression I held so close to my chest

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I’ll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound? Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can’t trust me to be there for you

I’ve got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette, Casting a shadow, a shade over me Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist Your worst impressions were right about me

Wasting a waning youth Waiting for something to help me pull through I never saw the sun through the clouds I lost faith when the skies were falling down