Sugar
I don't want to get even
I don't know if that's right
I don't know what to believe in
I'm getting feelings that I can't deny
His thoughts stay busy there's no time
It keeps it easier that way
Separating the man from the crime
But it gets harder every day
When I close my eyes
It's her face that I see
And I don't ever want to be that guy
A self fulfilling prophecy
It's not who I am
But it's what I'll be
There's not much left for me
Bleeding
I'm tired
I've spent years through the tears
Hoping that today is the day
Hoping that I've lost these fears
But I guess that they're here to stay
I'm still cowering
This shits overpowering
I look up and all I see is a new tower and
That's when it's hits me
This is London not Disney
It's about as good as it gets
That she's still in a room with me
But I'm still fucking up my future
While some prick drinks kombucha
On a street with a fucked up past and present
This postcode don't suit you
All this sugar in my veins
Is killing me slowly
All that brought me comfort brings me pain
And there's nothing below me
I can't wait to drop my anchor again
But I'm just hoping that it doesn't pull me under where I'll drown
I'm sinking
Looking down
Not blinking
My eyes will dry
And I'll see everything clearly
It's just a shame that this was the first time
I don't know if that's right
I don't know what to believe in
I'm getting feelings that I can't deny
His thoughts stay busy there's no time
It keeps it easier that way
Separating the man from the crime
But it gets harder every day
When I close my eyes
It's her face that I see
And I don't ever want to be that guy
A self fulfilling prophecy
It's not who I am
But it's what I'll be
There's not much left for me
Bleeding
I'm tired
I've spent years through the tears
Hoping that today is the day
Hoping that I've lost these fears
But I guess that they're here to stay
I'm still cowering
This shits overpowering
I look up and all I see is a new tower and
That's when it's hits me
This is London not Disney
It's about as good as it gets
That she's still in a room with me
But I'm still fucking up my future
While some prick drinks kombucha
On a street with a fucked up past and present
This postcode don't suit you
All this sugar in my veins
Is killing me slowly
All that brought me comfort brings me pain
And there's nothing below me
I can't wait to drop my anchor again
But I'm just hoping that it doesn't pull me under where I'll drown
I'm sinking
Looking down
Not blinking
My eyes will dry
And I'll see everything clearly
It's just a shame that this was the first time
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Rodriguez, Carlos Bertonatti
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