carcass
I'm supposed to be happy
But the artwork painted on the skin of my hands
Has faded in a way I would never understand
Stare me down like I deserve it
Looking down like I can't earn it
Everybody's looking down on me
I can feel it
A thousand eyes don't matter when there's no 500 smiles
And even if there are, I still feel I haven't proven far enough
But I guess that's how it goes
When the voices on the radio don't stop
But I wanna try to do a little bit better
Do a little bit better
But I couldn't prove it then
And I couldn't prove it now
And it's eating me alive
I'm so done
Frustrated
Why do you put everything into a zero-sum?
You wanna fight but I wanna fly
Wanna die before I even try
I fucking know I've gotten far
Taken time to do it right
Perfected my craft
And you know what makes me laugh?
500 smiles don't matter
When there's flaws I can't control
And even if there are
How the fuck does that prove I can't be able?
Keep on pushing
Keep on fighting
When my hatred never stops
Keep on making
Keep creating
When the feeling never stops
Why can't they see the paint before it's washed away
But I guess that's how it goes
When the voices on the radio don't stop
But I wanna try to do a little bit better
Do a little bit better
But I couldn't prove it then
And I couldn't prove it now
And it's eating me alive
I'm so done
Frustrated
But the artwork painted on the skin of my hands
Has faded in a way I would never understand
Stare me down like I deserve it
Looking down like I can't earn it
Everybody's looking down on me
I can feel it
A thousand eyes don't matter when there's no 500 smiles
And even if there are, I still feel I haven't proven far enough
But I guess that's how it goes
When the voices on the radio don't stop
But I wanna try to do a little bit better
Do a little bit better
But I couldn't prove it then
And I couldn't prove it now
And it's eating me alive
I'm so done
Frustrated
Why do you put everything into a zero-sum?
You wanna fight but I wanna fly
Wanna die before I even try
I fucking know I've gotten far
Taken time to do it right
Perfected my craft
And you know what makes me laugh?
500 smiles don't matter
When there's flaws I can't control
And even if there are
How the fuck does that prove I can't be able?
Keep on pushing
Keep on fighting
When my hatred never stops
Keep on making
Keep creating
When the feeling never stops
Why can't they see the paint before it's washed away
But I guess that's how it goes
When the voices on the radio don't stop
But I wanna try to do a little bit better
Do a little bit better
But I couldn't prove it then
And I couldn't prove it now
And it's eating me alive
I'm so done
Frustrated
Credits
Writer(s): David French
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