1 de noviembre de 2016

bear the feeling

sunday morning
at least i know i've tried
we both know it's not right to fight
and we both know we explode like dinamite

everybody knows drinking ain't my thing
because when i wake up i can't handle the guilt
hangover when i sleep, hangover when i dream
hanging over words like i'm the enemy

in the spotlight they all see a confident dude
when the show is over, i can hear the claps but what's the truth?


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was it worth it?
was it pleasing?
i just need a reason to bear the feeling

was it stupid?
what's the meaning?
i just need a reason to bear the feeling

i wanna bear the feeling
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what's the point in feeling twisted and blue?
i am not the bad guy, i just need to stay true to myself
in a way that they don't understand

when i breathe in i come to realize
nothing should matter because i'm alive
but the line is thin between the fake and the real
and i'm a little blind so what should i pick?

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