I'm kind of tied to a feeling
I thought was gone
I did a lot of the work but I'm not moved on
I want to go to the cliffs and jump right off into the blue
Don't you?
I'm flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom
Hold my mum again so I don't die in my bedroom
And my friends they say
You're looking different
Well America, kind of hurts different
I took the pills that they gave me but still felt low
I was ashamed that my strength was so vulnerable
I needed air and the ocean to heal it all
Before the south closed in around
I'm flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom
Hold my mum again so I don't die in my bedroom
And my friends they say
You're looking different
Well America, kind of hurts different
Hurts Different Video (MV)
Performed By: Isabella Kearney
Language: English
Written by: Isabella Kearney-Nurse, Cary Singer, Matias Mora
Isabella Kearney - Hurts Different Lyrics
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I'm kind of tied to a feeling
I thought was gone
I did a lot of the work but I'm not moved on
I want to go to the cliffs and jump right off into the blue
Don't you?
I'm flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom
Hold my mum again so I don't die in my bedroom
And my friends they say
You're looking different
Well America, kind of hurts different
I took the pills that they gave me but still felt low
I was ashamed that my strength was so vulnerable
I needed air and the ocean to heal it all
Before the south closed in around
I'm flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom
Hold my mum again so I don't die in my bedroom
And my friends they say
You're looking different
Well America, kind of hurts different
I thought was gone
I did a lot of the work but I'm not moved on
I want to go to the cliffs and jump right off into the blue
Don't you?
I'm flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom
Hold my mum again so I don't die in my bedroom
And my friends they say
You're looking different
Well America, kind of hurts different
I took the pills that they gave me but still felt low
I was ashamed that my strength was so vulnerable
I needed air and the ocean to heal it all
Before the south closed in around
I'm flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom
Hold my mum again so I don't die in my bedroom
And my friends they say
You're looking different
Well America, kind of hurts different
Writer: Isabella Kearney-Nurse, Cary Singer, Matias Mora
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC