Misgiving
This place is empty, and it reeks of uncertainty
You think that this is life?
All it is a blinding screen
I cut my lungs up as deep as I can get when I know it will never be enough (Fuck)
I'd rather sleep life away then have to face the battling streets
My wallet is empty and all I can get is noose around my neck
I feel it gripping
I feel it tightening
I feel it all
The anger
The pressure
Is nothing as it seems
The water
The hunger
Is all we'll ever see
Oh my god, what is this feeling that I'm giving into?
(Misgiving)
Oh my god, I'm not the person that I want to be
(Person that I want to be)
The damage this is doing to my life
It's leaving me bitter
You say it will be okay
Well
I don't trust a fucking a single word that you say
You're strung up by this world
I'm waiting for my mind to collapse
Take my misery
Oh my god, what is this feeling that I'm giving into?
(Misgiving)
Oh my god, I'm not the person that I want to be
(Person that I want to be)
It's time to get a grip on things we can't admit
We're losing
We're hopeless
I fear there's nothing left
No matter how many times you try to paint it, try to fake it
You'll find a day where there's hundreds of strings holding you back
Misery
Misery
Misery
You think that this is life?
All it is a blinding screen
I cut my lungs up as deep as I can get when I know it will never be enough (Fuck)
I'd rather sleep life away then have to face the battling streets
My wallet is empty and all I can get is noose around my neck
I feel it gripping
I feel it tightening
I feel it all
The anger
The pressure
Is nothing as it seems
The water
The hunger
Is all we'll ever see
Oh my god, what is this feeling that I'm giving into?
(Misgiving)
Oh my god, I'm not the person that I want to be
(Person that I want to be)
The damage this is doing to my life
It's leaving me bitter
You say it will be okay
Well
I don't trust a fucking a single word that you say
You're strung up by this world
I'm waiting for my mind to collapse
Take my misery
Oh my god, what is this feeling that I'm giving into?
(Misgiving)
Oh my god, I'm not the person that I want to be
(Person that I want to be)
It's time to get a grip on things we can't admit
We're losing
We're hopeless
I fear there's nothing left
No matter how many times you try to paint it, try to fake it
You'll find a day where there's hundreds of strings holding you back
Misery
Misery
Misery
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Writer(s): Chae Steen
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