Fake Smiles

Yeah I don't wanna talk, never trusting anyone now I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me And you know it's so frightening I don't really care if I gotta get violent I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama Yeah, they try to be my friend for the commas And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems Yeah, I wish that it would change, but it's outta my hands now Yeah, I swear my past always filling me with dread Some friends think I'm better off dead But can you even call 'em friends if they're plotting on you? So I'm calling this the end Yeah, I cut 'em off now I'm alone, coming for the throne I don't need nobody, I'mma do this on my own Throwing fakes to the side, no more wasting time I got a lotta problems, but I keep that in my mind I can't let you get close to me Swear you're always so cold to me Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes Yeah, I see you falling off, I wonder why I don't wanna talk, never trusting anyone now I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me And you know it's so frightening I don't really care if I gotta get violent I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama Yeah, they try to be my friend for the commas And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It's outta my hands now So you just throw me to the side when you don't get what you want But I gave you all of my time, I gave you all that you flaunt You let the money come between us, now we're dead in the dirt Sometimes I hate all the success, now it's a blessing and a curse So just go on, you're not a friend to me Plotted I'm the enemy, now I gotta sever things And you know what's so dumb? We could've had this all before But you had to close that door now I can't let you get close to me Swear you're always so cold to me Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes Yeah, I see you falling off, I wonder why I don't wanna talk, never trusting anyone now I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me And you know it's so frightening I don't really care if I gotta get violent I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama Yeah, they try to be my friend for the commas And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It's outta my hands now