क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarrod Pimentel
Songwriter
Bill Medeiros
Songwriter
Christopher Catalan
Songwriter
Christopher Correia
Songwriter
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Faint cries I'll make
And play off as
False conversation
And all the lies that I've told
Make it seem like
I have a conscience
Say anything
Cause now I feel
Just like there's no pulse
Maybe I'll stop beating
But not until I can
Tear my lungs out
And I don't want to
Hear you sing that song
That I swore to you
Was written for you
And I want to tear apart that letter
That was stained with
My half truths
And you never really never mattered
When I think about it
Well… maybe you did
But it just won't wasn't comfortable
You never made me feel
Like I ever really mattered
Cause I'm trying to get away
It's alright
Cause when I'm looking at the novel
That you might have published
I'll recognize
The character
With all of my flaws on his
I'll swallow my pride
Until I slash the tires
On your new beamer
Then you'll finally
Taste the failure
That you have avoided for so long
Don't talk about
The cool parties
You went to with all my old friends
Cause you stole them
Like you took my trust
And my insolence
And I want to
tear apart my larynx
Maybe with a scalpel
And I'll feed it to the envy
You've wrought in me
And then my lips
Won't move so fast
And maybe you'll be laughing at
My muted screams
And I'm sorry that I told you
That I'd never let you know
I'm not so
Wholesome
I'm not all in cracked to be
And now I'll never let you see
How this kills me
And all the raspberry handsoap
That I have on my hands
Cannot wash off, dried blood
And I'll put up a front like you
But know that all I'm going through
Is just like cancer
Let's talk about
How much you hate to know
that you still need me
And how bad I Just went to
Push you away
But you never leave
Written by: Bill Medeiros, Christopher Catalan, Christopher Correia, Jarrod Pimentel