Fuck the lies you told
you're the best in your mother's eyes.
I hope it takes you every breath just to stay alive
so you don't talk anymore.
You wish you had it rough day to day?
Your father's check served on a silver plate.
You're writing songs that your idols sing.
I don't owe you that
and if I ever get what I deserve,
no amount of gold will replace what I've endured.
(I'm not tooting my horn)
It's so sad to see the one you love when all you're doing is struggling.
I've been told times like these build you up
and break you into who you want to be.
Am I chasing myself or safety?
It's about remembering who you are,
or who you want to be;
staying true to you.
You Fuck, I sing the blues too.
Now we all sing the blues.
Fuck you, I sing the blues too.
