I kill myself in small amounts,
in each relationship it's not about love.
Just another funeral and just another girl left in tears.
And I'm waiting
with the sound turned off i'm waiting
like a glass balloon and I'm fading
into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...
They said that hell's not hot
They said that hell's not hot
I gave my soul to someone else
She must have known that it was already sold.
It was never about her,
it was about the hurt.
And I'm waiting
with the sound turned off i'm waiting
like a glass balloon and I'm fading
into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...
They said that hell's not hot
They said that hell's not hot
I kill myself in small amounts in each relationship it's not about love.
Just another funeral and just another girl left in tears.
waiting with the sound turned off I'm waiting
like a glass balloon and I'm fading
into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...
waiting....
waiting.....
fading....
gone, gone, gone
They said that hell's not hot
They said that hell's not hot
They said that hell's not hot
They said that hell's not hot
