enby

Cough, sweaty arms
I've been in terrible shape
It's a fever that's been coming back to me once and again
Let it out, fauxx
It's not really real like it's your name
I hope, it's blindfolded like the moment I was late
I was told to resist
I've been acting like I'm deaf
It's a fever that's been trying hard enough to take away
Plan it out, fauxx
It's not really weird that it's your face
I know it's not really gone til I catch up the pace

It's so fucked up that your asking me to relive
I don't know
I would rather want to be someone's dream
It's a tough stuff
I am not what's under my skin
That's the one
That's the person you don't want to say it's real
It's so fucked up that your asking me to relive
I don't know
I would rather want to be someone's dream
It's a tough stuff
I am not what's under my skin
That's the one
That's the person you don't want to say it's real

I'd say about nothing would have been any better
If I could take along the way, sure I would have been less sadder
But that's not what I want nor I what I am
Putting on music as I'm taking off my lamp
(let's take it real)

It's so fucked up that your asking me to relive
I don't know
I would rather want to be someone's dream
It's a tough stuff
I am not what's under my skin
That's the one
That's the person you don't want to say it's real
It's so fucked up that your asking me to relive
I don't know
I would rather want to be someone's dream
It's a tough stuff
I am not what's under my skin
That's the one
That's the person you don't want to say it's real