Bullets. - Wreckages

The higher I'm getting, the lower the ceiling
If you shake my hand, I be selling my feelings
You are like an arch enemy, lacking prosperity
Bury me, do it anonymously like you 
Criticise me, you ain't breaking you drowning me
Out of my sanity, faking a better me
Acting like you are all one step ahead of me
Think about who I am, not who I'd rather be
If the wreckages help you sleep through the night
Why aren't you telling me?
The violence in the streets makes it right
Sure you be doubting me
A message to the youth
Creating memories through the roof
Turn this shit into a tune
Know there's people who believe in you
All you're sending, a smile as fake as tears in your eyes
All pretending, to be okay with yearly goodbyes
You wanna sell a story
Better head back home
Better watch that tone
Feeling alone, but I'm not on my own
The higher I'm getting, the lower the ceiling
If you shake my hand I be selling my feelings
You are like an arch enemy, lacking prosperity
Bury me, do it anonymously like you 
Criticise me, you ain't breaking you drowning me
Out of my sanity, faking a better me
Acting like you are all one step ahead of me
Think about who I am, not who I'd rather be
If the wreckages help you sleep through the night
Why aren't you telling me?
The violence in the streets makes it right
Sure you be doubting me
A message to the youth
Creating memories through the roof
Turn this shit into a tune
Know there's people who believe in you

Written by:
Dries De Vos

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