Fact or fiction promised
From the source
If I would've told you then
It would be worse
Gathered all my lessons
And burned them by the tree
Poisoned all your oxygen
With mediocrity
You keep on pushing
On your life
You keep on pushing
On your life
Put the story out
Yeah I wanna know
Do you see my hands around your neck
When you choke
A bunch of f*cking vultures circle
All around your corpse
But they're filled with buyer's guilt
They wouldn't even eat their rotting host
You keep on pushing
On your life
You keep on pushing
On your life
Out waiting alone
You can't find your way back home
But your so sorry instead
All the crushed ice went to your head
I've been weighed down my whole life
Keep your secrets to yourself every time