Fickle Friends

Eats Me Up

Fickle Friends

Eats Me Up


Well I know
That most of all my worries are stemming from reading And being on my phone
Yeh people pretend they're so brave
And they don't even know
It eats me up
I need something
To interrupt yeh
I need I need I need it

I need peace of mind yeh
Cos im up all night yeh
Up in the clouds
Figuring out
Wondering how I even got here
No I don't need reminding
Of the thoughts I've been hiding
In the back of my head
Rather be dead
Rather than told that I'm lying

Well I see
That if I don't put this to bed and just stop listening
To everything
Yeh you got no idea how damaging comments can be
It eats me up
I need something
To interrupt yeh
I need I need I need it

I need peace of mind yeh
Cos im up all night yeh
Up in the clouds
Figuring out
Wondering how I even got here
No I don't need reminding
Of the thoughts I've been hiding
In the back of my head
Rather be dead
Rather than told that I'm lying

It eats me up
And I take it to heart no more

Turn it off then
Do what Matt said
For serenity
My identity
In the bliss
Of your ignorance
Are you even listening
To this?

Compositores: Samuel James Morris (Sam Morris), Jack Trebor Herrington (Harry Herrington), Natassja Lucy Ellen Shiner, Jack Wilson
ECAD: Obra #34343954 Fonograma #25562770

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