Hurting on Purpose - Whethan, K.Flay, Biicla

I don’t feel myself in the daytime

Late night, I’m late night

No, I don’t feel myself in the daytime

Everything is too real, bright lights

I’ve been pushing ninety-five, I’m headed to the ocean

I’ve been drinking, smoking, smoking, drinking, drinking, smoking

And it’s good 'cause it’s bad, cuts and it kills

But I’m sick of how it feels

Don’t you know I’m hurting on purpose?

Don’t you know I’m hurting on purpose?

Don’t believe what lies on the surface

I’m in love, I’m in love with the pain

Don’t you know I’m—

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I don’t feel alive in the middle

High, low, I’m high, low

I don’t feel alive in the middle

Not even just a little bit

Back, forth

I’ve been smoking, drinking, drinking, smoking, smoking, drinking

I’ve been doing what I shouldn’t 'til my mind ain’t thinking

And it’s good 'cause it’s bad, cuts and it kills

But I’m sick of how it feels

Don’t you know I’m hurting on purpose?

Don’t you know I’m hurting on purpose?

Lately though, that shit isn’t working

Had enough, had enough of the pain

Don’t you know I’m—

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Don’t you know I’m hurting on purpose?

Don’t you know I’m—