Video I Hurt Myself Again de A0rta 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

A0rta - I Hurt Myself Again Lyrics

[Intro]
You can come tomorrow during visiting hours
I love you, sweetie
I love you
I love you too
He’s had a lot of Valium
And he was always so happy
He was our happy little boy
My god
He was our happy little boy
Yeah

[Chorus 1]
I hurt myself again, I walk the line that's on my wrist
The clock hits 5 a.m., why do we have these arguments?
My dad thinks I'm a joke, but someday I'll convince him
That I do it all for him, everything I ever did
Goes unappreciated, if I was gone, don't think they'd care
I'll take my life forsake it, the seams of love begin to tear
And fuck my imagery, I think my shit is all cliché
And fuck this industry, I'm gonna take it all the way

[Verse]
Чтоб ты сгорела, не разговаривай со мной
И это моё дело, не хочу знать, как, что с тобой
И если ты поняла, тогда иди не возвращайся
Иди не возвращайся, иди не возвращай…
I got depression like I got a mission to win
Labels came knockin', ain't lettin' 'em in
I got the sound that they want
But they ain't got half of the shit that I got in the bin
I go so hard that these metal, emo
Pop punk lames be sayin' that I'm copyin'
But to my face actin' like we friends
I'm already bigger than they’ve ever been or they’ll ever be
Now they wanna talk ends with me, y'all my motherfuckin' enemies
Where was you when I was in the streets gettin' jumped and beat
I'ma make billions, playin' shows try to save spirits
I'm a villain, but I hate the wicked, I'ma god fightin' through sickness
I want a universal tour
Every show a million people
That's a hundred million souls
That's a hundred million equals
That's a hundred million fists
With a hundred million families
A hundred million stories
I just wanna make them happy
[Chorus 2]
Hurt myself again, I walk the line that's on my wrist
The clock hits 5 a.m., why do we have these arguments?
My dad thinks I'm a joke, but someday I'll convince him
That I do it all for him, everything I ever did
Goes unappreciated, if I was gone, don't think they'd care
I'll take my life forsake it, the seams of love begin to tear
And I'm not happy, no, I think it's time to let it go
I feel it slip away, they'll find me face down on the floor-oh-oh

[Outro]
He was our happy little boy