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Tekstovi: Burn Season. Addicted.

I can not believe these things that you say to me
When it's something that you can't deny
I've tried and tried not to stay alive
Guess it's something that i can't decide
Is there anything, is there something
That i won't try when it's put in front of me?
What i'm worth, if worth anything, is that i always survive

I don't feel like you (and i never will)
You live in a magazine but it's all for show
And i don't look like you (and i never will)
I don't give a fuck if you like me or not
What's up?

Can you think on your own?
Are you still alive enough to bleed for a better way?
Open up your mind to see a better day
Fed ideas of suffocation
Are you blind enough to bleed for a better way?
Open up your mind to see a better day

I don't feel like you (and i never will)
You live in a magazine but it's all for show
And i don't look like you (and i never will)
I don't give a fuck (i don't give a fuck...)

With all these things that you say to me
Your living your life like a magazine
Taking, faking all you need
Breaking, making more enemies
You've got to trust your instincts
Not what they make your mind think
You've got to trust your instincts
Because it's only up to you now

I don't feel like you (and i never will)
You live in a magazine but it's all for show
And i don't look like you (and i never will)
I don't give a fuck if you like me or not
What's up?
I don't feel like you
And i will never be like you
Burn Season