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Текст: Osker. Dying.

I know myself, I know I think
I'm so sick of people and I don't know why
See, I just don't have patience for them
And I really think I can make it on my own lies

You hide words to keep from hurting me
And I would rather know the truth than be happy

While you're smiling we're all dying
With every day that we go you're just growing old
While you're dying we're all fighting
Every day that we go

I know better than to get caught up in
Words of boredom of no importance to me

Why do these people keep talking?
When all I wanna do is hear myself

Lies, you hide words to keep from hurting me
And I would rather know the truth than be happy

While you're smiling we're all dying
With every day that we go you're just growing old
While you're dying we're all fighting
Every day that we go

The more I'm awake the more I wanna sleep
What a shame t-to want it that way
But what a shame to be in this
And your life's such a bore
And me, I feel so fucking alive

Lies, every breath uttered a self-reassurance
And I wouldn't trust me much if I were you
But you choose

While you're smiling we're all dying
With every day that we go you're just growing old
While you're dying we're all fighting
Every day that we go, yeah, just go away, go