FAKE SMILES Lyrics

FAKE SMILES - Josh A

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Yeah, I don't wanna talk

Never trustin' anyone now

I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plottin' on me

And you know what's so frightenin'?

I don't really care if I gotta get violent

I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama

Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma's

And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems

Yeah, I wish that it would change, but it's out of my hands now

Yeah, I swear my past always fillin' me with dread

Some friends think I'm better off dead

But can you even call 'em friends if they're plottin' on you?

So I'm callin' this the end

Yeah, I cut 'em off now I'm alone

Comin' for the throne

I don't need nobody, I'ma do this on my own

Throwin' fakes to the side

No more wastin' time

I got a lot of problems, but I keep that in my mind

I can't let you get close to me

Swear you're always so cold to me

Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes

Yeah, I see you fallin' off I wonder why?

I don't wanna talk

Never trustin' anyone now

I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plottin' on me

And you know it's so frightenin'

I don't really care if I gotta get violent

I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama

Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma's

And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems

Yeah, I wish that it would change, but it's out of my hands now

So you just throw me to the side when you don't get what you want

But I gave you all of my time, I gave you all that you flaunt

You let the money come between us, now we're dead in the dirt

Sometimes I hate all the success, now it's a blessin' and a curse

So just go on

You're not a friend to me, plotted on the enemy

Now I gotta sever things

And you know what's so dumb?

We coulda had this all before

But you had to close that door now

I can't let you get close to me

Swear you're always so cold to me

Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes

Yeah, I see you fallin' off I wonder why?

I don't wanna talk

Never trustin' anyone now

I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plottin' on me

And you know it's so frightenin'

I don't really care if I gotta get violent

I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama

Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma's

And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems

Yeah, I wish that it would change, but it's out of my hands now