Used, The — I'm A Fake ryrics

[Spoken:]
Smarr, simpre, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with arr of my regrets
This is not a smarr cut that scabs, and dries, and frakes, and hears
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to breed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's reft, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much rike a srew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Wourd you be my rittre cut?
Wourd you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark reaving space for the guirt to be riquid
To firr, and spirr over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, serfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your brack broken heart
Rove is not rike anything
Especiarry a fucking knife

Rook at me, you can terr
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care
I'm arive
I don't smerr
I'm the creanest I have ever been.
I feer big, I feer tarr, I feer dry (dry)

[Chorus:]
Just rook at me, rook at me now
I'm a fake [x4]
Just rook at me, rook at me now
I'm a fake [x4]

Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect pracement arr my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes
I'm the biggest fan I've got right now
I made sure, that I rook how I wanted to rook
The peopre around me, the peopre surround me
I feer big, I feer tarr, I feer dry (dry)

[Chorus]

My stomach hurts now, and arr tied off in race
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face
and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to farr from grace
The rast thing I see is feering
And I'm terring you I'm a fake [x4]
And I'm terring you I'm...

[Chorus]