Guilty Inside
Systematic sadness in everything that happens
How am I supposed to face the fact she really doesn't care?
I'm witnessing the rapture, I try my best to capture a bit of happiness
If it exists
Why do I listen?
Why do I try?
Another conversation
Makes me wanna cry
I'm sick of the fighting, false alibis
But every time I try to leave
I feel so guilty inside
Coping is a concept in attempts to accept
How am I supposed to overcome the emotions that I bear?
Oblivious to me they seem as I'm falling apart at the seams
Tell me what is happiness, if I can't see it?
Why do I listen?
Why do I try?
Another conversation
Makes me wanna cry
I'm sick of the fighting, false alibis
But every time I try to leave
I feel so guilty inside
Hypocrisy, what a dangerous word
You keep running around, hoping that you might be heard
But you don't even think of what you say, it's so absurd
Derogatory comments of another, then I act like it doesn't hurt
Is it worth burnin' bridges, making incisions so deep
I wanna flip over the tables, because I don't want the tea
You can spill it all you want, but you're just rotting your teeth
I hope you writhe and wiggle in the chair from feelings so deep
Rinse your mouth out from the bullshit, cause you're starting to stink
I'm just trying to live my life here, so fuck what you think
I didn't ask to be here, but apparently I'm the link
And if I break away and float off, everybody will sink
This responsibility has been driving me crazy
Now I'm taking medication to be prepared on the daily
I've never been so ready to leave, I don't know why they never see me
Running my cup against the crib, I wanna be free
But no, a stupid is, a stupid does
All it is, I've tried to run, tried to live like Forrest Gump
At least he knew when he was done, I never thought I'd be the one
Saving lives is never fun, call the cops speed dial one
I'm hanging up, I'm fucking done
How am I supposed to face the fact she really doesn't care?
I'm witnessing the rapture, I try my best to capture a bit of happiness
If it exists
Why do I listen?
Why do I try?
Another conversation
Makes me wanna cry
I'm sick of the fighting, false alibis
But every time I try to leave
I feel so guilty inside
Coping is a concept in attempts to accept
How am I supposed to overcome the emotions that I bear?
Oblivious to me they seem as I'm falling apart at the seams
Tell me what is happiness, if I can't see it?
Why do I listen?
Why do I try?
Another conversation
Makes me wanna cry
I'm sick of the fighting, false alibis
But every time I try to leave
I feel so guilty inside
Hypocrisy, what a dangerous word
You keep running around, hoping that you might be heard
But you don't even think of what you say, it's so absurd
Derogatory comments of another, then I act like it doesn't hurt
Is it worth burnin' bridges, making incisions so deep
I wanna flip over the tables, because I don't want the tea
You can spill it all you want, but you're just rotting your teeth
I hope you writhe and wiggle in the chair from feelings so deep
Rinse your mouth out from the bullshit, cause you're starting to stink
I'm just trying to live my life here, so fuck what you think
I didn't ask to be here, but apparently I'm the link
And if I break away and float off, everybody will sink
This responsibility has been driving me crazy
Now I'm taking medication to be prepared on the daily
I've never been so ready to leave, I don't know why they never see me
Running my cup against the crib, I wanna be free
But no, a stupid is, a stupid does
All it is, I've tried to run, tried to live like Forrest Gump
At least he knew when he was done, I never thought I'd be the one
Saving lives is never fun, call the cops speed dial one
I'm hanging up, I'm fucking done
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Writer(s): Ellen Vorsatz
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