Thank God It's Not Friday - All My Friends Hate Me

All my ideas sink
"I am the Titanic", I think
But I've developed a thick skin
It keeps the winter out and the fire in
It shouts it needs to vent
But I don't know where the blades went

You know they're your best friends when they all want you dead
Hanging you up, "oh what a masterpiece they said"
You know that lately there's been problems in my head
You hang me up, I'm not a masterpiece, I'm dead, oh

All my ideas sink
Maybe this is why people turn to drinking
I see my dreaming shrink
But every time I fight I know I'm going to win

Where are your friends now?
Because mine are staring through the ceiling
Though I've been dreaming of the easiest way to get away
I say "I won't spill my thoughts"
My friends all hate me anyway

While my ideas sink
I'm drowning over all the unnecessary things

Fitting everything into a frame
'Till the crowds all remember the name
But the clouds will now disintegrate
With you, I cannot relate

You're breaking, I'm breaking again
I'm breaking the space, I bring pain
I wasn't enjoying the party anyway
I cannot relate

All that you are is covered up
Go through your life, don't interrupt
All of your friends need to shut up
Think for themselves and reconstruct

Written by:
Yaiza Garcia San Roman

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