Lies
So what am I supposed to think?
You’ve taken everything except the kitchen sink
I don’t feel angry
I don’t stressed
I just want to forget this fucking mess
So how was I supposed to feel?
When I woke up and none of this was real
When I emerge to realize
I’m in the same damn room
With the same damn lies
And I fantasize a lot
About my knuckles glistening crimson
To the thought
I wasted all my time with you
And I walk around a lot
To cease the flow of memories
Circulating like blood
In my overemotional left brain
And I fantasize a lot
About my knuckles glistening crimson
To the thought
I wasted all my time with you
And I walk around a lot
To cease the flow of memories
Circulating like blood
In my overemotional left brain
So how was I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
Oh, how am I supposed to feel?
I’m in the same damn room
With the same damn lies