Realistic Nightmare
I don't wanna face
That everything in my life
Is kind of a mistake
I dont wanna fucking stay
It's because of the choices I make
It's to prevent my own heart from the break
Trying to fit in but all yall so fake
I know you're hiding I'll give you some make
Up in the sky
Where the angels die
And everything else flies
I kinda just wanna die
Said he wanted to try
Now he's living a lie
And can't make up his mind
And he's never alright
Feeling crippled inside
Wastin time every night
Living in a realistic Nightmare
All of these demons but no I'm not scared
I would be terrified if I just cared
Long hair
Dope air
Starting to wear
On my mental fucking health
I don't give no fucks
I was put on a shelf
I just want some piece of mind
That's not that much I'm asking
I just think that you should listen
And don't talk while I am speaking
I just wanna hold you tight
But I know if I ever let go
You'd be runnin and I don't think I could chase you
I just couldn't save you
Watch you pull the rug
And I ask to put it back
But you twist the knife
That's six feet inside of my fucking back
I'm about to have a heart attack
I am nothin without people
But I'm not a people person
I'm an introverted motherfucker with no purpose
When I fucking die i hope you know it was on purpose
Everybody always telling me that I am worthless
That everything in my life
Is kind of a mistake
I dont wanna fucking stay
It's because of the choices I make
It's to prevent my own heart from the break
Trying to fit in but all yall so fake
I know you're hiding I'll give you some make
Up in the sky
Where the angels die
And everything else flies
I kinda just wanna die
Said he wanted to try
Now he's living a lie
And can't make up his mind
And he's never alright
Feeling crippled inside
Wastin time every night
Living in a realistic Nightmare
All of these demons but no I'm not scared
I would be terrified if I just cared
Long hair
Dope air
Starting to wear
On my mental fucking health
I don't give no fucks
I was put on a shelf
I just want some piece of mind
That's not that much I'm asking
I just think that you should listen
And don't talk while I am speaking
I just wanna hold you tight
But I know if I ever let go
You'd be runnin and I don't think I could chase you
I just couldn't save you
Watch you pull the rug
And I ask to put it back
But you twist the knife
That's six feet inside of my fucking back
I'm about to have a heart attack
I am nothin without people
But I'm not a people person
I'm an introverted motherfucker with no purpose
When I fucking die i hope you know it was on purpose
Everybody always telling me that I am worthless
Credits
Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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