Death of me


Can’t I just blow you away
With what I mean, how I say?
It’s hard to write what I can’t feel
When all you want is mass appeal
What you want, it isn’t real
It isn’t real

You should know most of it’s fake
Smoke and mirrors for money’s sake
Start to think of when you’ll stray
Lose it all be stuck this way
Between the lines, I’m not okay
I’m not okay

This industry, industry
Will get the best of me
Best of me

Your industry, industry
Will be the death of me
Death of me