Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
I'll collapse on the bed singing songs of self-atrophy
Till my voice breaks down (Breaks down) this static lullaby
Cause the bedroom is just a mausoleum built for me
Bring me back to life (Alive) it's haunting me
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Who knew I'd miss these emotions this much
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Can you touch me
How do I live a lifetime speaking without empathy
Till my mind breaks down (breaks down) behind these glassy eyes
But it's all just a prelude to the next five centuries
Emptiness won't end (the end) goes on and on and on
Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
These nerves have frozen over
They cannot decode your sentiments
There's no place lonelier
Than the vast abyss inside my head
Where's my chemical cocktail
So where's my cure for reticence
Please, tell me I'm wrong here
Why can't you show me that I'm real
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Who knew I'd miss these emotions this much
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Can you touch me
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
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Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
I'll collapse on the bed singing songs of self-atrophy
Till my voice breaks down (Breaks down) this static lullaby
Cause the bedroom is just a mausoleum built for me
Bring me back to life (Alive) it's haunting me
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Who knew I'd miss these emotions this much
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Can you touch me
How do I live a lifetime speaking without empathy
Till my mind breaks down (breaks down) behind these glassy eyes
But it's all just a prelude to the next five centuries
Emptiness won't end (the end) goes on and on and on
Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
These nerves have frozen over
They cannot decode your sentiments
There's no place lonelier
Than the vast abyss inside my head
Where's my chemical cocktail
So where's my cure for reticence
Please, tell me I'm wrong here
Why can't you show me that I'm real
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Who knew I'd miss these emotions this much
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Can you touch me
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
I'll collapse on the bed singing songs of self-atrophy
Till my voice breaks down (Breaks down) this static lullaby
Cause the bedroom is just a mausoleum built for me
Bring me back to life (Alive) it's haunting me
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Who knew I'd miss these emotions this much
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Can you touch me
How do I live a lifetime speaking without empathy
Till my mind breaks down (breaks down) behind these glassy eyes
But it's all just a prelude to the next five centuries
Emptiness won't end (the end) goes on and on and on
Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
These nerves have frozen over
They cannot decode your sentiments
There's no place lonelier
Than the vast abyss inside my head
Where's my chemical cocktail
So where's my cure for reticence
Please, tell me I'm wrong here
Why can't you show me that I'm real
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Who knew I'd miss these emotions this much
These finger tips are growing numb to touch
Can you touch me
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on
Just tell me what to feel
Show me that I'm real
Hands like mine fall off in time
Holding on to pain
Writer: BRET LIBER, JOSH HURST, MICHAEL MCEVOY
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music