Lyrics

Who am I? The fear is sinking in Your hands are getting colder as my talents wearing thin All I ever wanted was the space to put my head You took my need to be loved and you hung me from a bridge I'm your poster, I'm your trend I am your lover, am I your friend? Oh 36 minutes of your time Please, just let me change your mind If I sang the right words, would you decide to stay? Please, stay Can I make it out? Will I make it out? Is there any point? What's the fucking point? All my days are wasted dreams I know that's not the type of thing you wanna hear from me I'll cut my words in pieces if it's what'll help you sleep I'm not drowning and I'm happy Hidden in the shadows of someone else's money stacked so tall It blocks the show The boy who's on a string Hoping that the crowd will never know But who am I? What's my purpose? Dry your eyes, pull the curtain We're selling sadness, well, aren't you worthless? Don't you trust me? Don't you want this? Can I make it out? Will I make it out? Is there any point? What's the fucking point? Can I make it out? Will I make it out? Is there any point? What's the fucking point? Can I make it out? Will I make it out? Is there any point? What's the fucking point? What's the fucking... point?
Writer(s): Oliver Baxxter Bierman, Patrick Ivan Diaz, Domenic Leo Reid, Jeffery Nelson Nichols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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