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PERFORMING ARTISTS
midwxst
midwxst
Vocals
Dylan Marshall Brady
Dylan Marshall Brady
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Songwriter
Nicolas Petitfrère
Nicolas Petitfrère
Composer
Dylan Marshall Brady
Dylan Marshall Brady
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nömak
Nömak
Producer
Drew Sliger
Drew Sliger
Mixing Engineer
Dylan Marshall Brady
Dylan Marshall Brady
Producer

Lyrics

Telling lies to my face, running out of words to say Do the same shit every week and every single day Nothing ever seems to change, only pressing replay Everybody seems to leave, no one ever wants to stay I don't understand, what the fuck did I even do? Am I so fucking blind that I can't even pick up the clues? I might stop trying, 'cause I know that it's no use Staying in the house, I don't ever have shit to do My mind slowly sinks into a big ass abyss Try to say how I been feeling, but it never makes sense You always wanna say that you know me and what I been through But you ain't ever had a same feeling, been in my shoes You can never understand, you can never compute All the damage that you did to me and I did to you, yeah Fucked up, I know Don't tell, don't show Take one more fatal blow Step back, do not get close Fucked up, I know Don't tell, don't show Take one more fatal blow Step back, do not get close You don't wanna face the truth But we both know that that shit's overdue But, you always run away from your problems You make 'em all, but you never wanna solve 'em Who's that? Why the fuck would you involve him? Why's your phone ringing? Who the fuck is calling? That's a number that I do not know You're gonna go running back to him, that's such a low blow But in your head, I'm the best, and we both damn know That he is not like me, he is nowhere close One shot, I could end his life, I know But, maybe should I shoot too, and watch him bleed out on the ground And now he's screaming out for help, now he's screaming, out of luck And I just realize what I did, but there's no going back now Fucked up, I know Don't tell, don't show Take one more fatal blow Step back, do not get close Fucked up, I know Don't tell, don't show Take one more fatal blow Step back, do not get close Step back, step back Step back, step back Step back, step back Do not get close Step back, step back Step back, step back Step back, step back Do not get close Step back, step back Step back, step back Step back, step back Do not get close Step back, step back Step back, step back Step back, step back Do not get close
Writer(s): Nicolas Yves Marie Petitfrere, Dylan Brady, Edgar Sarratt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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