Lyrics

Pardon me, this make believe, will never ever set you free Your lucid dreams, thoughts you've received Will not translate to reality This wretched state you're in, cause of the, days I win, make your mind spin And now you stay suffering Focusing, on the wrong things Because your focus is on me What is seen, on your phone screen, is truly all, a sweet dream We fabricate, a false escape, and help create, some added hate We want you to think we, breathe, gold Others numb their nerves to make you think they'll, never, get old Oh it's best to tunnel vision your own life, for your sake Because jumping lanes will get you killed (Jumping lanes, will, get you killed) Ohhh
Writer(s): Tázia Farrão Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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