Ballistic

Fake smiles and a whole of charm
All this infatuation only brings harm
Don't forget this is all part of the etiquette
Nobody here gives a shit about how you feel
If you can't keep up with the rhythm
Then I guess you'll just get yourself run over
Don't forget this is all part of a method
Nobody here gives a shit if you're upset

You couldn't to wait sell yourself off as soon as you could
So how many chances did you think you'd get
Before all your mistakes came back to haunt you
So let's keep things real
This is my life and you can't control it anymore
So just leave and never call again
Will you ever grow up, I think you've got a lot to learn
So shut the fuck up and act as you should

They call me a
Player but I never took part in the game
And if I could be honest
All of this is fucking repulsive
They call me a
Player but I never took part in the game
And if I could be honest
All of this is fucking repulsive

I think my trust issues finally caught up to me
I'm going ballistic and it's not that pretty
I'm loosing grip, distant and apathetic
Still in control but collapsing to panic

They call me a
Player but I never took part in the game
And if I could be honest
All of this is fucking repulsive
They call me a
Player but I never took part in the game
And if I could be honest
All of this is fucking repulsive

I think my trust issues finally caught up to me
I'm going ballistic and it's not that pretty
I'm loosing grip, distant and apathetic
Still in control but collapsing to panic

They call me a
Player but I never took part in the game
And if I could be honest
All of this is fucking repulsive
They call me a
Player but I never took part in the game
And if I could be honest
All of this is fucking repulsive

They call me a
Player but I never took part in the game
And if I could be honest
All of this is fucking repulsive



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Writer(s): Blackout Division
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