(Lyrics) 3am… hospital chair… Phone won’t shut the fuck up… Everyone needs something from me… But I’ve got nothing left… Mum’s fighting… My sister’s scared… And somehow… I’m still the problem… Mad.
(Lyrics) 3am… hospital chair… Phone won’t shut the fuck up… Everyone needs something from me… But I’ve got nothing left… Mum’s fighting… My sister’s scared… And somehow… I’m still the problem… Mad.
