It feels good
That goes quick
Life sucks?
Well, no shit
She's so sweet
A little bliss
On my screen
You exist
I try hard, they don't blink
I work hard, harder than you think
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, you're a means to an end
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
It feels good
That goes quick
She's all I want, until I get my hit
I can't stop
I dig deep
I wake up, then I go back to sleep
I chase dreams, but won't reach
I want the world to just sit at my feet
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, yeah, with other men
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
It feels good
That goes quick
Life sucks?
Well, no shit
She's so sweet
A little bliss
On my screen
You exist
I try hard, they don't blink
I work hard, harder than you think
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, you're a means to an end
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It feels good
That goes quick
Life sucks?
Well, no shit
She's so sweet
A little bliss
On my screen
You exist
I try hard, they don't blink
I work hard, harder than you think
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, you're a means to an end
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
It feels good
That goes quick
She's all I want, until I get my hit
I can't stop
I dig deep
I wake up, then I go back to sleep
I chase dreams, but won't reach
I want the world to just sit at my feet
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, yeah, with other men
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
It feels good
That goes quick
Life sucks?
Well, no shit
She's so sweet
A little bliss
On my screen
You exist
I try hard, they don't blink
I work hard, harder than you think
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, you're a means to an end
That goes quick
Life sucks?
Well, no shit
She's so sweet
A little bliss
On my screen
You exist
I try hard, they don't blink
I work hard, harder than you think
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, you're a means to an end
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
It feels good
That goes quick
She's all I want, until I get my hit
I can't stop
I dig deep
I wake up, then I go back to sleep
I chase dreams, but won't reach
I want the world to just sit at my feet
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, yeah, with other men
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
And will it end?
I'm tired of pretend
I'm tired of the fakeness covered with a grin
I'm tired, now I hate it, I'm tired of the sin
And now I can't replace it, I've tried but it just wins
"It's better than the real thing"
Oh, you know It's nothing like the real thing
I've lost all sense of feeling
And now I've lost all sense of drive
Sometimes I don't know why I'm alive
It feels good
That goes quick
Life sucks?
Well, no shit
She's so sweet
A little bliss
On my screen
You exist
I try hard, they don't blink
I work hard, harder than you think
I come home, there you are again
On my phone, you're a means to an end
Writer: sammy sorrows
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid