philophobia

It could be worse, so it's really not that bad
Thoughts that goin' through my head at 2 AM
What's the kind of pain I feel inside my chest?
Many lies, broken hearts, fake friends

I kinda feel what I say has no effect
I don't even know what do I expect
Now I'm really scared to be attached
I feel nothing less than that I'm fuckin' mess

I don't know if I need to go or need a pause
I just want to save souls, don't need applause
Look at all the fuckin' things that we caused
Now you fake smile but what does it cost?

It could be worse, so it's really not that bad
Thoughts that goin' through my head at 2 AM
What's the kind of pain I feel inside my chest?
Many lies, broken hearts, fake friends

How many I had them
Oh, how I hate that
I wish to feel the same flame
Like after all the things you said

Oh, how many things you said
But I never feel safe
Why am I the person you blame?
I was just tired of your game, yeah

It could be worse, so it's really not that bad
Thoughts that goin' through my head at 2 AM
What's the kind of pain I feel inside my chest?
Many lies, broken hearts, fake friends
It could be a worse, so it's really not that bad
Thoughts that goin' through my head at 2 AM
What's the kind of pain I feel inside my chest?
Many lies, broken hearts, fake friends



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Kaffan
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