Story Behind the Song
It's about fake people....what they think, and what we think about them...
Lyrics
There's nothing left to see,
what am I to be.
when everything is thought,
it's time to stop and think....
My lies, are all I have for pride,
traded away for things that I had to buy,
another day, another way,
and mabye I'll be fine I'm not blind...
or am I ??
So long, it sucks to be you,
it's hard to stay true, when you are,
just like everyone else.
you're dressin the same way,
you're technique is so played..
it sucks to be, just like everyone else.
There's nothing left to do,
everything's been done.
I'm sick of looking up,
and staring at the sun
Sometimes, alone I cry,
thinken about the time in my wasted life.
it's just a game, so mabye everything will be alright..... I'm not blind...or am I ??
mabye I'm a fuckin Looza
you're shit outa luck, shit outa luck,
and I don't give a fuck
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