The Fraud
I have to say that the worst in me is You
Can I make it through
I have to admit
That it's pushing me
Beyond the sky and makes me feel so high
The feelings I have
Are addictive yet so good
So damn frightening, yeah that's the word I couldn't find
My thought were clouded up by the endless lies
Silently I've been dragged into this hole
But now I realize
You make me feel
The worst in me
You drag me through the mud
Is it already too late to make a cut
You are the fraud
You make me crawl
Through the shards left of myself
You made me be, be somebody else
You've fucked with my brain
Even though we're not the same
You managed to destroy
My body's not your fucking toy
Violently you ripped my soul apart
Tearing down my mind like a house of cards
Silently I've been dragged into this hole
But now I realize
You make me sick
You make me feel
The worst in me
You drag me through the mud
Is it already too late to make a cut
You are the fraud
You make me crawl
Through the shards left of myself
You made me be, be somebody else
So can I make it
So can I make it out alive
If I keep pushing myself out of this black hole
I may be able to find the way back to my soul
You make me feel
The worst in me
You drag me through the mud
Is it already too late to give a fuck
You are the fraud
You make me crawl
Through the shards left of myself
You made me be, be somebody else
Can I make it through
I have to admit
That it's pushing me
Beyond the sky and makes me feel so high
The feelings I have
Are addictive yet so good
So damn frightening, yeah that's the word I couldn't find
My thought were clouded up by the endless lies
Silently I've been dragged into this hole
But now I realize
You make me feel
The worst in me
You drag me through the mud
Is it already too late to make a cut
You are the fraud
You make me crawl
Through the shards left of myself
You made me be, be somebody else
You've fucked with my brain
Even though we're not the same
You managed to destroy
My body's not your fucking toy
Violently you ripped my soul apart
Tearing down my mind like a house of cards
Silently I've been dragged into this hole
But now I realize
You make me sick
You make me feel
The worst in me
You drag me through the mud
Is it already too late to make a cut
You are the fraud
You make me crawl
Through the shards left of myself
You made me be, be somebody else
So can I make it
So can I make it out alive
If I keep pushing myself out of this black hole
I may be able to find the way back to my soul
You make me feel
The worst in me
You drag me through the mud
Is it already too late to give a fuck
You are the fraud
You make me crawl
Through the shards left of myself
You made me be, be somebody else
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Writer(s): Daryl Mevißen
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