It's the real me, not the wanna be
Get the real thing that's a guaruntee
I can be the one to really save it
But I'd rather drown so I'll just delay it
He called me a real saint
Would a real saint deal with this pain
Would a real saint stay in the harsh rain
Whilst his best friends throw it in his face
With grace
I can't sleep so I'll stay up all night, alright
I'll talk through the phone so I stay inside, it's fine
You can't call me an attention seeker
If I'm not the one who's getting weaker
If you're gonna keep digging my grave deeper
Would that mean you would have to dive in deeper
They tell you that you're not alone
Everything's starting to rot right down to the bone
Ever wonder why you're feel like you're becoming unknown
It's cause your looks are fading as if you're turning to stone
Maybe you should call yourself jaded
Make yourself friends but they're all fading
Wanna be me well im outdated
I left years ago, cause of my own hatred, that's right
Being me ain't so easy
May have a lot in life but it makes me feel queasy
Starting to improve in myself
But it's strating to be detrimental to my health
But I guess it's the best way to go
Keep your dignity upfloat
Silencing my vote
Might aswell grab my coat
Would've been better to cut my thoat
Not trying to gloat
I can't sleep so I'll stay up all night, alright
I'll talk through the phone so I stay inside, it's fine
You can't call me an attention seeker
If I'm not the one who's getting weaker
If you're gonna keep digging my grave deeper
Would that mean you would have to dive in deeper
