Sniper

He doesn't know that i get hurt
The one who sets up ones own wont get hurt

There's no one but myself i can blame
We are all better of this way
But can we go out
Does it matter
If i had someone here to make my day better

I cant relate to the length of my arms
Hard times had left you
Ever a dumb son am i a love child
With social cues that fits you
Letting my love be a waste
Those cues make me feel alone
I never praise

I cant relate to the length of my thoughts
Interacting issues
I numb the black holes with Sun right in my eyes
Its always like that with
Letting my love be a waste
Now i am home
It makes me feel alone
I better praise
Pray

He doesn't know that i get hurt
The one who sets up ones own wont get hurt
I get hurt

Sure it's clear there's nothing left to gain
He is better of this way
But when my baby needs a break
I'm cutting of the pleasures
But he thinks its fair to go away

When we go out
Does it matter?
Tell me anything
Make it better