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I think we're probably kinda lonely in a way
Relying on these fake personalities
To tell you that your life is suspect
Far behind all the other confident
Folk who take
Everything that one would say
Sends your life
To places that you only dream
But can't contrive
Why can't you see that
You're just another pawn
In a shamed solid plan?
When will you realize
That there's more to this
Then helping us arise?
We're getting sold due our
Lack of self-respect
Only to turn to selfishness
For promise of a new sense of self
We're gone
A promise to have glory
Without an honest story of our own
Your life is looking sorry?
To you? For what?
This sullies your whole home
When will we face it?
That they're all self obsessed
And looking for a sign
That they inspire
Damaged soft set hearts
That can't seem to believe
In their
Selves when
A world shakes
A heart breaks
But we'll stay on the phones
Found them through a scroll
Now my mind has been sent
To end inside a chamber of
Suspense that won't end
What I want will not save
Me from
That sense of self hatred
There's more inside those eyes
That you hoard
Is what's pumping your heart
Really yours?
Relying on these fake personalities
To tell you that your life is suspect
Far behind all the other confident
Folk who take
Everything that one would say
Sends your life
To places that you only dream
But can't contrive
Why can't you see that
You're just another pawn
In a shamed solid plan?
When will you realize
That there's more to this
Then helping us arise?
We're getting sold due our
Lack of self-respect
Only to turn to selfishness
For promise of a new sense of self
We're gone
A promise to have glory
Without an honest story of our own
Your life is looking sorry?
To you? For what?
This sullies your whole home
When will we face it?
That they're all self obsessed
And looking for a sign
That they inspire
Damaged soft set hearts
That can't seem to believe
In their
Selves when
A world shakes
A heart breaks
But we'll stay on the phones
Found them through a scroll
Now my mind has been sent
To end inside a chamber of
Suspense that won't end
What I want will not save
Me from
That sense of self hatred
There's more inside those eyes
That you hoard
Is what's pumping your heart
Really yours?
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Boutros, Paul Orzechowski, Timmothie Ortega
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