Youth Killed It - On My Own Lyrics
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On My Own
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What Are The Lyrics For On My Own By Youth Killed It?
Keep your head up mate,
We all make mistakes, (We all make mistakes) If it was easy as that, I would have her back, (I would have her back) And now I feel so unwell, But I haven't got the people to tell yeah, It's been two days, Since she told me, She's fallen out of love with me, She says: Jack, I think you got depression, I think you're ill and I think you need attention, But she's all out of love to give, And I'm on my own with this I don't want to man up, I'm not scared to cry, My heart is broke, I'm not afraid to die, Don't feel like laughing anymore, I use humour to keep closed the doors, To the cage that is my skull, I'm scared to be trapped, And on my own, yeah, On my own, yeah Keep your head up mate, We all make mistakes, (We all make mistakes) If it was easy as that I would have her back (I would have her back) The house is empty, And your stuff still remains, But when that's gone, will I ever be ok? I'm clinging onto things that I know you loved, Even if it sparks an argument, I just want to make a connection and talk, Even if it's like when we fought. (So keep your head up mate we all make mistakes). |
Who Wrote On My Own By Youth Killed It?
Marisa Catherine Lock, Jonathan Neil Murphy, Ilan Kidron, David Greene
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What's The Duration Of The On My Own By Youth Killed It?The duration of On My Own is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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