Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Douglas
Billy Douglas
Harmony Vocals
Will McKeown
Will McKeown
Bass
Charlie Newbury
Charlie Newbury
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Douglas
Billy Douglas
Songwriter
Will McKeown
Will McKeown
Songwriter
Charlie Newbury
Charlie Newbury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Douglas
Billy Douglas
Producer

Lyrics

Hold still
Cause I might just slip
Yeah I be on that trip
Do you feel how I feel?
Look down
Looking down on me
When you don't me
I just want to feel
Can't find a way out of my mind
I'll be dead on arrival
You made it look suicidal
So much more than a rival
I've been in this cutthroat game for nothing more than survival
If I cut out my eyes
You'd still rob me blind
I'll be dead on arrival
But I'll be damned if you're taking what's mine though
This jealousy
Feels like it's the end of me
Made a lot of enemies
Tell me that it's too late
Too late
You're dead to me
A song without a melody
Numbing with amphetamines
Tell me I can get through this pain
You're too late
Will I find out
That I'm gonna be enough
Will you hear my voice
Over everybody else's I know
This pain's forever
I won't get better
You won't remember
Who I am
Why do I
Feel dead inside?
The voice in my mind
Tells me that it's never enough
This jealousy
Feels like it's the end of me
Made a lot of enemies
Tell me that it's too late
Too late
You're dead to me
A song without a melody
Numbing with amphetamines
Tell me I can get through this pain
You're too late
Too late
Written by: Billy Douglas, Charlie Newbury, Will McKeown
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