fake it

i talk to myself when im all alone
these walls are my friends
this madness, my home
my friends think i'm sick but i think i'm good
i going to end my life
but i dont know if i should
because the drugs never work and they strip away my feelings
but at least my heart's still beating
and even with a gun to my head i'd tell you that i'm fine
because i can fake it in another line
sometimes when i'm alone
i like to play a game
i hold myself underwater
for what feels like fuking days
i get close enough to taste it
but always come back up
but sometimes i give in
and only float back up
and the drugs never work because they strip away all feeling
but i guess my heart's still beating
and even with a gun to my head i would tell you that i'm fine
because i fucking fake it all the time
Written by MichaelMorgue (Chris Addict)
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