I faked my own death
I’ve tasted blood on my lips
I used to have a way of telling things
But now I’m just a shell
Reflection of the times where I
Had ambitions to become someone
Writing down the lines
Like learning how to walk again
And every step makes unfamiliar sound
Funny how it was
So easy to come up with words
And not to think if they make any sense
It happened way too fast
Rejected thoughts, unwritten songs
They could’ve made my legacy
I’m sorry and I’m tired
And maybe it’s the end of it
I only ask for one last song
Oh, please tell me I can change
Take my arms and take my face
Play a song I’ll never write
Cause nothing ever feels alright
Faked My Own Death
© Copyright: Роман Армо, 2025
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