Has This Hit?

What you doing man?

I'm recording

Another disappointed soul

Well I tried, I tried to keep it in control

Well I, I will end up on the dole

It's my life, and I'll fall into that goal

And well Blue you've got me on the go

But don't worry, you'll never know

And your eyes, they're never cold

To me, well at least, that's what I've been told

And girl, you made my dreams come true

It’s all a clue, that it was all for you

My self is still waiting in queue

It’s all that I, well all I want to do

I know when I look into the sky

There is no meaning

Girl I’m the only one believing

And that there’s nothing to believe in

I’m dreaming

My aspirations got a ceiling

Well I’m constantly cleaning

The scars of your dealings

And well my guts are on the floor

For you to adore me

And all that I could be

And see, girl, what I say

On the horizon

The skies are grey

The skies are grey

Has this hit?

Has this hit?

See girl I wish it hit

You know I wish it hit

You see I’m tired every night

See things don’t seem quite right

I’m never fully content

I wish it worked and went well for once

But if you’re a cunt and people are cunts

They pull stunts to stunt your progress

But know it’s slow to digest

The way your insides stress

You’re not blessed

You’re definitely not blessed

I don’t deserve history repeating itself

I always see myself getting picked up and left back on the shelf

Again and again and again and again

You're not my pen

You're my paper

You're not my heart

You're its breaker

You're its breaker

You're its breaker

You're its breaker

You're its breaker