Death of Me

Can't I just blow you away With what I mean, how I say It's hard to write what I can't feel When all you want is mass appeal What you want, it isn't real It isn't real You should know most of it's fake Smoke and mirrors, for money's sake Start to think of when you'll stray Loose it all be stuck this way Between the lines, I'm not okay I'm not okay This industry, industry Will get the best of me, best of me Your industry, industry Will be the death of me Death of me.