Josh A - FAKE SMILES lyrics

Yeah, I don't wanna talk
Never trustin' anyone now
I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me
And you know it's so frightening
I don't really care if I gotta get violent

I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama
Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma's
And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems
Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It's out of my hands now

Yeah, I swear my past always fillin' me with dread
Some friends think I'm better off dead
But can you even call 'em friends if they're plottin' on you?
So I'm callin' this the end

Yeah, I cut 'em off now I'm alone
Comin' for the throne
I don't need nobody, I'ma do this on my own
Throwin' fakes to the side
No more wastin' time
I got a lot of problems, but I keep that in my mind

I can't let you get close to me
Swear you're always so cold to me
Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes
Yeah, I see you fallin' off I wonder why?

I don't wanna talk
Never trustin' anyone now
I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me
And you know it's so frightening
I don't really care if I gotta get violent

I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama
Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma's
And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems
Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It's out of my hands now

So you just throw me to the side when you don't get what you want
But I gave you all of my time, I gave you all that you flaunt
You let the money come between us, now we're dead in the dirt
Sometimes I hate all the success, now It's a blessing and a curse

So just go on
You're not a friend to me, plotted I'm the enemy
Now I gotta sever things
And you know what's so dumb?
We coulda had this all before
But you had to close that door now

I can't let you get close to me
Swear you're always so cold to me
Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes
Yeah, I see you fallin' off I wonder why?

I don't wanna talk
Never trustin' anyone now
I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me
And you know it's so frightening
I don't really care if I gotta get violent

I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama
Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma's
And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems
Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It's out of my hands now