Texty

Mine is a mind that is tired all the time It gets harder to find a good time to unwind Back to work, I guess that's fine? Try to stay focused, put my head down We can't all be kings, we can't all fit the crown Flood that silence out with sounds For a moment I'm grateful, haughty and proud And then I'll see someone that's similar to me But fitter and more nicely lit Instantly floods up the blood spitting spite And I feel my self worth shot to shit Admit it's a sin, else it's hard to repent You can't rape the willing, I give you consent Fire and blood's a stifling scent Squandering passion has left me bereft Exhausted and spent, there's no fight in me left Should I just lay down and wait for death? Am I self-absorbed or am I self-obsessed? Give me the spotlight and I'll hide in the wings It's not even clear what I want Tell friends that I'm quitting for the millionth time Get mad when they act nonchalant Everyone fakes that they're doing so great No one's admitting it's hard I can fake a half-smile, use big words and act smart But I can't fake not having an awful, rancorous heart Further on down I can feel in my core That there's something important amiss And you'd think I should know that I shouldn't compare And just fuckin' get on with it, ooh Give me the spotlight and I'll hide in the wings Tell me to sit and I'll fly I look like an old man and I act like a kid And I live like I'm ready to die No one improves from feeling content We all risk it and pull it apart Half-fake politeness and witty remarks But I can't fake not owning a caring, yet rancorous heart
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