Cut it out, your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine the crowds are catching on to the self-afflicted song well here we go again, the art of acting weak fall in love to fail, to boost your CD sales and that CD sells yeah what a hit, you got to repeat it you gotta sink to swim
First you dont, you dont succeed you gotta recreate your misery cause we all know art is hard young artists have gotta starve try and fail and try again the comforts of repetition keep churnin out those hits till its all the same old shit
Oh, a second verse well color me fatigued im hiding in the leaves in the CD jacket sleeves tired of entertaining some double-dipped meaning a soft served analogy those drunken angry slur in 31 flavours you gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim immerse yourself in rejection regurgitate some sorry tale about a boy who sells his love affairs
Gotta fake (fake) fake (fake) fake the pain gotta make (make) make (make) make a scene gotta break (break) break (break) break a leg when you get on stage and they scream your name oh cursive is so cool!
You gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim impersonate greater persons cause we all know art is hard when we dont know who we are
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