keep actin, basket case!

Tell me I'm so selfish for doing what I feel like
Face up in the mirror looking at me shit don't feel right
I feel a pit in my stomach yeah
It's pain, pain, pain and more

I feel it gnawing and clawing, ripping out my insides
I'm not comfy but I'm used to not feeling at all
I don't give a fuck about your point of view
It's not a feature film please don't tell me how you feel about it

So
God
Damn clueless
You can't even find the fucking line to trace
I'm
Done
With your bullshit
You're never going anywhere, keep acting, basket case

I can only run so far, pull for the sky
Not a chance not my heart
Spill my guts on the carpet, I'm inside out

In the background, not the main one
In the background, tryin' to have fun
Death's coming, he's coming
He's Ripping out my insides
Never ever feeling comfortable
I'm used to it
Big red stains all over tile floors
Blood spirts out, why'd you have to be a whore



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Writer(s): Maxime Powell
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