What's Gonna Become of Me?

Bags under my eyes I wish it were Gucci
Sat on the sidelines my life's not a movie
Unless the main character were in her bed rotting
Her little pipe dream, a pipeline to nothing
Everyone tells me I'm gonna get better
I feel like a baby, I'm cut by a feather

During those late nights
(It was just me)
Sick of the sunrise
(Try to just breathe)
And all of my dreams
They got lost in the sea
And I just wanna scream
What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?

I was a singer and I was a sleeper
Now I'm awake, I'm in bed with the reaper
Twisting in sheets and throwing off covers
It keeps me up, up, up, up

During those late nights
(It was just me)
Sick of the sunrise
(Try to just breathe)
And all of my dreams
They got lost in the sea
And I just wanna scream
What's gonna become of me?

(What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?)

During those late nights
(It was just me)
Sick of the sunrise
(Try to just breathe)
And all of my dreams
And all of my dreams
They got lost in the sea
And I just wanna scream
What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?

(It doesn't matter if I don't sleep
I know my body's taking care of me
It doesn't matter if I don't sleep
I know my body's taking care of me)