Dying - Osker

I know myself

I know i think im so sick of people and i dont know why

See, i just dont have patience for them

And i really think i can make it on my own

Lies… you hide words to keep from hurting me

I would rather know than be happy

While youre smiling, were all dying

With everyday that we go, we are just geting old

While youre dying, were all fighting

With everyday we go

I know better than to get caught up in words of boredom

Of no importance to me

So why do people keep talking?

when all i wanna do is hear myself

The more im awake, the more i wanna sleep

What a shame to want it that way

But what a shame to be in this

«your life is such a bore, and me i feel so fucking alive»

LIES… every breath uttered a self re-assurance

I wouldn’t trust me much if i were you

But you choose…