Blood Clot

​One, two, three, go!

I'm losing you

Day by fucking day

Walking corpse

Looking back at me

I hate that I feel this way

About the woman that helped raise me

Think back to the years you were sick

And how things could've been different

Mother, I still see you

In the things you do

You shine through

I hate that I miss you

I hate that I miss you

Depression sets in

As you lay in your bed

One way or another

This has to end

Depression sets in

As you lay in your bed

One way or another

This has to end

♪

Don't know which day could be the last

Or if that day already passed