Lyrics

How the fuck does it feel To know you're nothing? Fake it till you make it That won't work here Either be real or disappear Stop making all these shows A popularity contest Don't put the face of a friend on When you're just a fake For your own personal conquest It isn't sly It's as transparent as a ghost Weaseling your way through life Won't get you anywhere Without stabbing your friends In the back I'm not fucking deaf And I hear the words you say Never fucking forget The way you used to be You wouldn't know tough If it punched you in the god damn face You fucking snitch Don't think you're safe From these god damn words You little bitch
Writer(s): Kyle Stanford Shope, Kyle Mckinley Carter, Christopher Lane Whited, Kyle Clarke Medina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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