The Whys

The Whys - Chelsea Wolfe

Why does everything gotta be

So f**king complicated

You say your life is wild

And I think that would be fine

You say your life is wild

And I wonder

What that's like I think it would be fun

It would be so fun

Because when I get up to leave

I hope you'll come after me but you don't

So when I get up to leave

But only me for me I think I know

Why does everything gotta be

So f**king beautiful for everyone but me

I can't make no sense

I can't make no sense

I can't make no sense

I can't make no sense for me

I can't make no sense

I can't make no sense

I can't make no sense

I can't make no sense for me

Why does everything gotta be

So f**king perfect for everyone but me

I swear to God I'm a spider in a jar

Someone's shaking

It then watching me crawl fast then slow

But never really getting far

I'm all alone cause nobody wants to sing

About death with me

You pronounce yourself a god then you

Make it happen what the f**k

Is going on you gotta tell me

Cause there's no light

No there's no light

No there's no light at the end of my tunnel

Cause there's no light

No there's no light

No there's no light at the end of my tunnel