The Worst Part About Me - Four Year Strong

A symptomatic sign of the changing times

And I feel like I’m just flying blind

So I’m bracing myself for the fallout

I never had a strong enough stomach for me to endure

All of the carnage, shock and the gore

You’re leaving me breadcrumbs to follow

I try to hold it together

But you just pull me apart

Go on and rip my beating heart out

Fill my body up with disease

It doesn’t matter if I’m rotting from the inside out

You’re still the worst part about me

I used to have the nerve to combust

But my spine is caked in dust completely covered in rust

And I’m sick of just coughing my lungs out

You always try to throw another wrench in the gears

Filling up my head with your bad ideas

That’s what I get for always sticking my neck out

I try to hold it together

But you just pull me apart

Go on and rip my beating heart out

Fill my body up with disease

It doesn’t matter if I’m rotting from the inside out

You’re still the worst part about me

Split me down the middle, open up my chest

You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest

Split me down the middle, open up my chest

You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest

Split me down the middle, open up my chest

You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest

Split me down the middle, open up my chest

I can stitch myself up good enough, clean up the mess that you left

Go on and rip my fuckin' heart out

Fill my body up with disease

It doesn’t matter if I’m rotting from the inside out

You’re still the worst part about me