Borderline ft. Mark Lording Lyrics

Dead weight

How, how did I get this bad?

Face to face

With my, mental struggles

Endless regret

I feel a hand on my chest

And a voice in my head

But it's my own, not the devils or deaths

I'm in a state of rumination

Still waiting for an explanation

Where's the exit

Get me out, I think I'm about

To lose what's left

Of my sanity

Where's the door

Fed up, fucked up

Wasted potential

The past is gone, don't want to get sentimental

Fed up, fucked up, mental attrition

Now I'm just waiting for an explanation

Left waiting for an explanation

Still waiting

Where's the exit

Get me out, I think I'm about

To lose what's left

Of my sanity

Where's the door

Fed up, fucked up

Wasted potential

The past is gone, don't want to get sentimental

My whole life is in the gutter

Motherfucker

Feels like I was born

Born to suffer

Born to suffer

Borderline

My thoughts interrupted

Borderline

Existence corrupted

Borderline

My thoughts interrupted

Borderline

And I've socially fucked it, again