Empty Notoriety (feat. Laura Whiston)
I despise all the lies on the TV Screens
The ones that took away all of my dreams
Guys and girls who get all of their fame for free.
And if I, turn away and just ignore
The talentless, rude and plastic bores
I can find a way to open up and break the stalemate in my head
Missled, she said "All your lyrics say, I don't need this pain more (don't need no more)
You're acting blue and you're failing to convince me you're not a chore. (Not a chore)
So please"
Just take the time to get off my mind.
You're driving me tonight at the speed of light
You're all the same, you just play your game
And I walk on the street
And you can't dance cos you'll lose your pants, just to get on covers of magazines
Ruining the scene, breaking my dream
All of you are just as bad, sitting at home feeling glad
That I'm the one trying to make it big, but your attempts make me feel sick and if I
Turn away and hit the floor, I close my eyes and go back for more.
At least I know my musics clean and I'm doing nothing obscene in this bed
Missled, "All your lyrics say, I don't need this pain more (don't need no more)
You're acting blue and you're failing to convince me you're not a chore. (Not a chore)
So please"
Just take the time to get off my mind.
You're driving me tonight at the speed of light
You're all the same, you just play your game
And I walk on the street
And you can't dance cos you'll lose your pants, just to get on covers of magazines
Ruining the scene, breaking my dream
I spend my nights, playing songs in my home town just me.
Working overtime for free
I play outside of shopping malls, anywhere that the music calls,
And you're all gonna pay
So please
Just take the time to get off my mind.
You're driving me tonight at the speed of light
You're all the same, you just play your game
And I walk on the street
And you can't dance cos you'll lose your pants, just to get on covers of magazines
Ruining the scene, breaking my dream
Every night I wake up,
Always remember the lies I could have shattered in two,
Looking back on my life,
Wandering down the path I could have chose
And the past is still unspoken,
Now ain't it true, I could have followed you into the dark,
but I made it... but I made it, on my own.
The ones that took away all of my dreams
Guys and girls who get all of their fame for free.
And if I, turn away and just ignore
The talentless, rude and plastic bores
I can find a way to open up and break the stalemate in my head
Missled, she said "All your lyrics say, I don't need this pain more (don't need no more)
You're acting blue and you're failing to convince me you're not a chore. (Not a chore)
So please"
Just take the time to get off my mind.
You're driving me tonight at the speed of light
You're all the same, you just play your game
And I walk on the street
And you can't dance cos you'll lose your pants, just to get on covers of magazines
Ruining the scene, breaking my dream
All of you are just as bad, sitting at home feeling glad
That I'm the one trying to make it big, but your attempts make me feel sick and if I
Turn away and hit the floor, I close my eyes and go back for more.
At least I know my musics clean and I'm doing nothing obscene in this bed
Missled, "All your lyrics say, I don't need this pain more (don't need no more)
You're acting blue and you're failing to convince me you're not a chore. (Not a chore)
So please"
Just take the time to get off my mind.
You're driving me tonight at the speed of light
You're all the same, you just play your game
And I walk on the street
And you can't dance cos you'll lose your pants, just to get on covers of magazines
Ruining the scene, breaking my dream
I spend my nights, playing songs in my home town just me.
Working overtime for free
I play outside of shopping malls, anywhere that the music calls,
And you're all gonna pay
So please
Just take the time to get off my mind.
You're driving me tonight at the speed of light
You're all the same, you just play your game
And I walk on the street
And you can't dance cos you'll lose your pants, just to get on covers of magazines
Ruining the scene, breaking my dream
Every night I wake up,
Always remember the lies I could have shattered in two,
Looking back on my life,
Wandering down the path I could have chose
And the past is still unspoken,
Now ain't it true, I could have followed you into the dark,
but I made it... but I made it, on my own.
Credits
Writer(s): Chelsea Heard, Matty Burdett, Michael Jones, Paul Kedwards, Sam Ryan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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