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Ghostwriters, Oversee-ers, Give me what I want
Im way too far gone...

Somebody ghost writing my life
I swear I do not have a choice
Theres things so out of my control
I watch it pegged up to the hoist
I try, I Suffer, Break. I suffocate
I hear those voices in my head
Those tiny voices give me goosebumps
From my ankles to my neck
I want to do the right thing
Always fighting with this life
Do it right
Be so patient
Keep creating and give it time
And drink the wine
Don't drink the wine, you might wake up a different person
Nervous, Worse you may just f*ck around the people that give you purpose
And thats a burden

Ghostwriters, Oversee-ers, Give me what I want
Im way too far gone...

Somebody ghost writing my life I swear I do not have a voice
I don't believe in fate
I fake my faith in future and I rejoice
Ive got to do what I have got to do
Before I've got to go
Let me live, Let me learn, let my hurt, let me go. let me know
Clouds of smoke are drifting off in a direction
And I reckon I liked it best in the centre of the intersection
Real perfection is contradiction, that come from the spontaneity
I can't help my heart, The need to start
Run away with me

Ghostwriters, Oversee-ers, Give me what I want
Im way too far gone...

I drift away in a dream when I fall into sleep in the childhood home where it all started
I wake my bones hurt, the nightmares have come home
Should I follow dreams, or be cautious of night terrors?

I don't know myself, Give me what I want
Im way too far gone...

Ghostwriters, Oversee-ers, Give me what I want
Im way too far gone...