Crooks - Single Mothers

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If this is living the dream

Just kill me

Or at least wake me up

If this is reality

I need out of this situation

'Cause I’m a stencil, filled in with broken pencils

Aggressive but gentle

Treated like a rental

Thought I was special, but the truth keeps sinking in

Tried to drown out in denial

But the air keeps finding me

I feel handcuffed here

When all I want to do is flee the scene

'Cause I don’t need to change

I see the power in inflicting pain

And I made up this entire game

So I know all the best rules to break

I’m a weed

I want to take over everything

And I’m succeeding

At suffocating all my surroundings

And you’ll beg

And you’ll cry

And I’ll move on

And you’ll try

Am I hanging in or hanging on?

It gets so foggy when things go wrong

I’m no quitter, I just quit

When the situation demands it

If this is living the dream

Just kill me

Or at least wake me up

If this is reality

I need more stimulation

If this is living the dream

Just kill me

Or at least wake me up

If this is reality

I need out of this situation