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(Since May 19th)
Song Info
Genre
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Peak #4,206
Peak in subgenre #2,166
Author
Blue
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Daniel Cobb
Uploaded
April 01, 2005
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MP3 5.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
"Tell me how would you feel...You'd prolly give up too...if nobody believed in you"
[Verse]
I lie in my bed awake just tossing and turning,
The thoughts I have in my head are constantly burning.
Just thinking: how could I have fallen so easily?
I'm a prideful person so accepting loss isn't easy for me.
I walk around embarassed, watch my face turn red,
As I dodge hateful comments from people, some graze my head.
It replays in my head, I think this is a set up,
So many times I hear people telling me to keep my head up.
But how can I do that when hate is stronger than me,
I can't win against hate (it knows better) it's been around longer than me.
My eyes are totally bloodshot from not getting any sleep,
And getting no support to strengthen me, I feel so weak.
Still lying in this bed, it's hard for me to get up,
I've tried so many times to overcome, I might as well give up.
I should stop being real and just go commercial,
Get on my knees, submit, and stop being controversial.
[Chorus]
--In Beat--
"Tell me how would you feel...You'd prolly give up too...if nobody believed in you"
[Verse]
I had a dream last night, that everyone loved me,
Everybody idolized me and they all wished they was me.
Then I woke up and had a taste of reality,
Bittersweet nothingness, pierces through my mentality.
I'm born into an actuality that I'm destined to fail,
No hope for success, no chance for me to prevail.
My life is being de-railed, I think I'm losing control,
It's getting out of hand, I don't think I can hold on anymore.
So as I let go, I don't know, I have second thoughts,
I don't wanna fall just yet, unless I get caught.
So I continue to hold on and try to regain my senses,
They're nowhere to be found, it's like I was born senseless.
So I pray for forgiveness, and ask for repentance,
And ask God if he'll give me some type of defenses.
Cuz this is a war, and I'm facing adversity,
We're both throwing blows but it seems the only one it hurts is me.
I'ma give up if I don't see any signs of improvement,
If I don't get better, I'll quit, not worth it to keep losing.
Waste of time to just be continually pushed down,
And not have the chance to say I'm sick of being pushed around.
So in these lyrics of rhythmic poetry I give you a message,
If I should die, be sure to pass on this blessing,
To all those who once gave it to me,
The gift and the curse of change, let them know how it affected me.
I'm still here in my death bed, to weak to get up,
Too afraid to stand on my feet but too strong to give up.
Give me my medicine, I'm about to take a stronger dose,
And pray to God that it puts me into comatose.
[Chorus]
--In Beat--
"Tell me how would you feel...You'd prolly give up too...if nobody believed in you"
[Verse]
Being told I'm an amateur, people saying I'm basic,
I try to write but all that comes to mind are hating faces.
I try to find replacements to these thoughts,
But every time I do I only think about the worry that it brought,
I must have caught an epidemic cuz I'm under the weather,
Nothing to help me through and no signs of getting better.
So maybe I should stop now, Stop making music,
Before it gets outta hand and I begin to look stupid.
And I know my father supports me, but he doesn't trust me,
All he does is say I'm pretty good then tells me he loves me,
But I can't blame him, This opportunity is a big gamble,
It might just be something too big for his mind to handle.
We're two different people, he doesn't like to take risks,
But me, I'd keep writing until I break both of my wrists.
And even then, I'd still separate my lips,
Give my song a taste of life as I breathe into it.
Regardless of cause and effect, I'll write until I die,
And if that's tomorrow, then I'll spill my guts out tonight.
Even with my head down, I won't speak under my breath,
I'll speak as loud as I can so it hits hard when it enters your chest.
(Even Through misery I'll show you that music live
