You could tell me
Shh no no no
I could tell you
You feeling sorry for yourself
You think you got the weight of the world
But the world don’t wait for you
No ain’t nobody seen you gone
Like a game of telephone
I know somebody got it wrong
Now that I'm human
You say that I'm in the way
I'm try broadcast every thing possible
To keep the pain away
But I repeat myself like history
Was a novelty
Yeah I repeat myself like mysteries
Weren’t lucid dreams
We all writing our story
You feeling sorry for yourself
You think got the weight of the world
But the world don’t wait for you
No ain’t nobody seen you gone
Like a game of telephone
Tell me what I gotta lose
You said it was a movie
I wanted nothing real or personal around me
I'm invested in that now
I hate the way it feels it’s never fair
But I still wanna call it common ground
I got a spiel for everybody hurting me
If I were lost in the woods
If I had a loss for the words
If I had peace with the worst
Then the gin wasn’t strong enough
So you saying that you him
Might even take it on the chin
Just to lose it on a whim
We’re all looking for glory
You feeling sorry for yourself
You know I hate to break the news
But the news might break itself
No ain’t nobody seen you gone
Like a game of telephone
I know somebody got it wrong
Ouuuuu you feeling sorry for yourself
You know I hate to break the news
But the news might break itself
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