Make Believe
Oh no, another day,
I just can't take this pain away
It keeps me stuck right in my place
No more hymns no amazing grace
Wipe the scowl from off my face
I'm off the prowl, a fucking waste
Throw in the towel and lose the race
I wasn't born for this paperchase
Been kicked in, spat on, left for dead
My pleas for help left on fucking read
When all I need is a nice cool bed
A warm companion and some sloppy head
Stuck wet brained and full of dread
Like an open cage, closed again
Up on stage with no defense
This fucking play at my expense
Blegh
I can't see what's in front of me
Blegh
It's all fucking make believe
Add another pill upon the pile
I haven't felt a thing in quite a while
Dropping jaws and drawers as both hit the floor
You ask for more as I swap my style
No chains, no ice, new rides or vice
I've paid the price for working all my life
Ain't it nice, ain't it good
I can't afford to move out the hood
I want it all but can't complain
If everyday just burns the same
Not my turn, not my game
My pride is broken, bruised and lame
There's no coal on this fucking train
Just a big hole in my fucking brain
Will someone take this fucking chain
Fuck, I'm back where I started again
Blegh
I can't see what's in front of me
Blegh
It's all fucking make believe
Blegh
I can't see what's in front of me
Blegh
It's all fucking make believe
I just can't take this pain away
It keeps me stuck right in my place
No more hymns no amazing grace
Wipe the scowl from off my face
I'm off the prowl, a fucking waste
Throw in the towel and lose the race
I wasn't born for this paperchase
Been kicked in, spat on, left for dead
My pleas for help left on fucking read
When all I need is a nice cool bed
A warm companion and some sloppy head
Stuck wet brained and full of dread
Like an open cage, closed again
Up on stage with no defense
This fucking play at my expense
Blegh
I can't see what's in front of me
Blegh
It's all fucking make believe
Add another pill upon the pile
I haven't felt a thing in quite a while
Dropping jaws and drawers as both hit the floor
You ask for more as I swap my style
No chains, no ice, new rides or vice
I've paid the price for working all my life
Ain't it nice, ain't it good
I can't afford to move out the hood
I want it all but can't complain
If everyday just burns the same
Not my turn, not my game
My pride is broken, bruised and lame
There's no coal on this fucking train
Just a big hole in my fucking brain
Will someone take this fucking chain
Fuck, I'm back where I started again
Blegh
I can't see what's in front of me
Blegh
It's all fucking make believe
Blegh
I can't see what's in front of me
Blegh
It's all fucking make believe
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Writer(s): Matthew Hilend
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