Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deep Down I'm Really Mark Smith, artist - Crywank. Album song Fist Me 'Til Your Hand Comes out My Mouth, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Record label: Crywank
Song language: English
Deep Down I'm Really Mark Smith |
Some lines oh why did I write I have to repeat them night after night |
Yes you can tell me I control my life but I feel humbled and I feel obliged |
I miss not caring if what I make is good |
And I miss the unproductive bullshit I love |
And I miss my friends even more |
And I get scared we aren’t friends anymore |
Congrats to me for coming so far |
Me rushing round Britain with a guitar making love to myself |
How could I call it anything else? |
I ruminate on the cognitive space where all contemplation is going it waste |
Revolve through a cycle a figure of eight |
I think about thinking about me |
I know I am trying too hard |
Always publicly trying too hard |
I want to be cool and effortless |
But every little thing is so much effort |
I wonder what you think |
The royal you |
The chosen few |
I wonder how I cause these stinks |
To act natural is to be vulnerable |
And so what’s the real goal |
Is it just to be worshiped |
As a way to like myself |
Well I won’t think I deserve it |
What I posit as a cure |
It becomes evidence thereof |
Of my fakery and flaws |
And as the layers are torn off |
And I return to my own space |
With time alone inside my head |
I’m still faced with who I am |
And all I keep unsaid |
What are you gonna do |
What are you trying to do |
What are your goals |
Are you goal oriented? |
So what’s the real goal |
With any influence comes cowardess |
The power projected on me |
In the end makes me feel powerless |
I’m paranoid, and yet perpetually interacting |
With realms to build persona despite how it’s impacting |
My ego and my friendships and my mental health |
I hope I can transcend it but it’s my whole sense of self |
So what the real is it to touch people with experiences which I’ve weaves into |
fiction |
To share my thoughts and beliefs of which I hold no real conviction |
Become constructive contradiction so that you can learn from me |
From the safety of my pedestals built from fallacies |
I know I’m the fickle fucker |
I know I am the selfish lover |
I know I sad and undeserving |
I know am privileged and I am also hurting |
I keep being told the importance of self love |
Some days I think I don’t hate myself enough |
And if you relate does that make you bad? |
And for making you relate does that make me bad? |
And do I glorify what it is to be sad? |
Should you just turn off? |