PTSD - dying in designer

I got post-traumatic stress from my ex

Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest

If I die right now, would I finally rest?

Could I finally rest?

I got post-traumatic stress from my ex

Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest

If I die right now, would I finally rest?

Could I finally rest?

My boys hit the bar, didn’t get a text

Hate my fucking self, still love my ex

Locked in this room, feeling too depressed

If I end it all, could I finally rest?

Why’s everyone afraid to die?

You couldn’t even look in my eyes

Knew something was up with you

I’ll never be enough for you

Dead ends, no friends

By myself, all alone again

Dead ends, no friends

By myself, all alone again

Diagnosed with PTSD

Fucked up from the way you left me

Outta time, my tanks on empty

Showed you signs, but you still let me

I got post-traumatic stress from my ex

Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest

If I die right now, would I finally rest?

Could I finally rest?

I got post-traumatic stress from my ex

Broke my heart, ripped it out my chest

If I die right now, would I finally rest?

Could I finally rest?