The Black and White Years - A Spot-On Impression

Give up is the order (Give up)
Give up is the question at hand (Give up)
The voice in my head does a spot-on impression
Like jazz out of misery
My free form depression says
Give up (Give up)
It says
Give up
But I don't play along, I am
Sick how I'm living
I poison my songs
See I thought I was one thing
I guess I was wrong, so I
Give up the illusion (Give up)
I'm used up
I was here all along and I'll be
I don't need to tell myself what I see
I already see
I don't need to tell myself I agree
Look, see and believe
That little voice in your head
Constantly whispering, whispering
If that's you, who's listening?

Written by:
Scott Butler

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