Lyrics

Always fine, just on the daily grind Guess somethings never change Your wheels sure seem in motion But you're stuck spinning in place Here's the thing 'bout being rescued You need to want to be saved There's plenty of shoulders to cry on But those better be real tears Who do you think you're foolin' With your low effort masquerade Your little white lies are growing darker As you slowly dig your own grave You made your bed now lie in it This can of worms is all yours Cause your bridges are only burning Cause of the fires you've ignored There's plenty of answers out there You refuse to hear Who do you think you're foolin' With your low effort masquerade Your little white lies are growing darker As you slowly dig your own grave Pretend all you want you're not running away But when everyone's moving forward Staying behind may very well be the same Who do you think you're foolin' With your low effort masquerade Your little white lies are growing darker As you slowly dig your own grave
Writer(s): Thomas Man Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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