Eldest 11 - You're Fake lyrics
[Eldest 11 - You're Fake lyrics]
You're fake so true to form you're
Fake what's wrong with me
(reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake and I try to let go
Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls
(and feeling fatigued)
If I pull apart, she can't stop
(She never stops)
And if I can't protect myself
I might as well rot
A method to discover and juice (Use)
I used in dealings
But I've used all my feeling
(I blame the memory)
The distraction no longer become effective
Mistakes start the cutting
And you are a back breaking mess
Have you ever felt so low?
Well it's more I need!
You're fake so true to form you're
Fake what's wrong with me
(reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake and I try to let go
Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls
(and feeling fatigued)
The dust (Got to love the rust) never
Settles (in the taste)
She puts on her makeup (like blood)
Then she becomes a drug (she's a thug)!
And I no longer become effective
Mistakes start the cutting
And you are a back breaking mess
Have you ever felt so low?
Well it's more I need!
You're fake so true to form you're
Fake what's wrong with me
(reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake and I try to let go
Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls
(and feeling fatigued)
(And have I ever felt so fucking low? God
She might crush me i might rot inside
Inside)
Fake what's wrong with me
(reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake and I try to let go
Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls
(and feeling fatigued)
If I pull apart, she can't stop
(She never stops)
And if I can't protect myself
I might as well rot
A method to discover and juice (Use)
I used in dealings
But I've used all my feeling
(I blame the memory)
The distraction no longer become effective
Mistakes start the cutting
And you are a back breaking mess
Have you ever felt so low?
Well it's more I need!
You're fake so true to form you're
Fake what's wrong with me
(reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake and I try to let go
Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls
(and feeling fatigued)
The dust (Got to love the rust) never
Settles (in the taste)
She puts on her makeup (like blood)
Then she becomes a drug (she's a thug)!
And I no longer become effective
Mistakes start the cutting
And you are a back breaking mess
Have you ever felt so low?
Well it's more I need!
You're fake so true to form you're
Fake what's wrong with me
(reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake and I try to let go
Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls
(and feeling fatigued)
(And have I ever felt so fucking low? God
She might crush me i might rot inside
Inside)