Bosola - This Time Buddy, It's All on You

I've been thinking of what you said
About the demons in my head
Well they're all on my head
If I can't put them to bed
Impress people who turn their back
I'm begging just for scraps
Like containing a drain
I'm just dressing up pain
And the people I love seem to pick and to pull apart
Minor fame they gained on the back of my broken heart
The pictures they paint aren't originals
They are playing a part
When they covered up lies
With the shots that they took in the dark
Whilst I bleed for my art
I reacted badly to your wave of criticism
I wouldn't mind it's just
You're such an awful person
Dreams of marriage and factories lines
Songs before your time
Can explain it away
Why I still have to pay
You've been practising what you preach
Delusions that you reach
Put a notch in your bed
Another stone that you bled
And the people I trust seem to pick and to pull apart
Minor fame they gained on the back of my broken heart
The pictures they paint aren't originals
They are playing a part
When they covered up lies
With the shots that they took in the dark
Whilst I bleed for my art
I reacted badly to your wave of criticism
I wouldn't mind it's just
You're such an awful person

Written by:
Tim Cox

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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