It's Like I Wasn't Even There
Drop a good song now I know what they're expecting
But it didn't make me better it just worsened my depression
No it's a real bitch living up to an image
And all the fucks you used to give they slowly start to diminish
Every bar you write becomes a sprint to the finish
And I'm a fucking self cynic, could have used those wasted minutes
No you feel worn down like you've pushed it to the limits
When they're dead and gone and you can't ever speak again
You start to think of all the things that you wish you could have said
Learning to forgive forget and most of all regret
And start to question all the things that you said but never meant
Look at all the pictures and the letters that you saved
Old sentimental shit that you could never throw away
In the pictures you can see a real familiar face
And on the letters there's my name the same one written on my grave
Then you start to wonder why my time was up so soon
Going packing up my things and start to clean inside my room
You'll notice that it gets a little colder in the air
Let some time pass by it's like I wasn't even there
When they're dead and gone and you can't ever speak again
You start to think of all the things that you wish you could have said
Learning to forgive forget and most of all regret
And start to question all the things that you said but never meant
But it didn't make me better it just worsened my depression
No it's a real bitch living up to an image
And all the fucks you used to give they slowly start to diminish
Every bar you write becomes a sprint to the finish
And I'm a fucking self cynic, could have used those wasted minutes
No you feel worn down like you've pushed it to the limits
When they're dead and gone and you can't ever speak again
You start to think of all the things that you wish you could have said
Learning to forgive forget and most of all regret
And start to question all the things that you said but never meant
Look at all the pictures and the letters that you saved
Old sentimental shit that you could never throw away
In the pictures you can see a real familiar face
And on the letters there's my name the same one written on my grave
Then you start to wonder why my time was up so soon
Going packing up my things and start to clean inside my room
You'll notice that it gets a little colder in the air
Let some time pass by it's like I wasn't even there
When they're dead and gone and you can't ever speak again
You start to think of all the things that you wish you could have said
Learning to forgive forget and most of all regret
And start to question all the things that you said but never meant
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Writer(s): Yck
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