Lyric

When I woke up, open my phone

There aren’t comments, good, views

Oh, I didn’t care but being dead inside truly

You know where am I? yeah cool

I’m fucking tired

I hate all I love cause they saying to me that you aren’t cool

You don’t care about me shit

Am I fucking artist? Fake, true?

Call my name as a proof of my being. I’m here

My time as a fake is over

Dreaming a rockstar

Putting out a song is painful

But I need to be new one. Why do?

You don’t care about me shit

Am I fucking artist? Fake, true?

Call my name as a proof of my being. I’m here

My time as a fake is over

Dreaming a rockstar

Putting out a song is painful

But I need to be new one. Why do?

When I woke up, open my phone

There aren’t comments, good, views

Oh, I didn’t care but being dead inside truly