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Listener - What Would You Do If I'm Not What I'm Supposed To Be Because I'm Not lyrics

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I pull the pin off the grenade and toss it gently in 
the middle.
Honey let's not kid ourselves, that's the devil with 
his fiddle.
He's playing our song again, and it's starting to rub 
off.
I clench my teeth to pass the pain, but my jaw is 
turning soft.
This eagles eye view is killing it all for me.
You've got full access to the heart, but all you do is 
break the key.
You might be model, but are you willing to play your 
role.
Buried deep inside that bottle is a window to the soul.
and you have to tell me what it is that's so amazing.
From the outside looking in it doesn't seem worth 
saving.
You plea for bargains, mercy, grace, and all the rest, 
but I can't seem to give it to you, with this boulder 
on my chest.
and I want it gone, but you won't take it anymore.
Here's another string of words I've saved from the 
killing floor.

What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you 
stand up and walk out on me? What would you do if I'm 
not what I'm supposed to be? Lend me your ears and I'll 
sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key.
What would you do if I'm not what I'm not what I 'm 
supposed to be?
Stress and life get packaged like forks and knives.
One for destroying and another for stabbing insight.
Just a few more miles with this plastic carrot in 
sight.
I'm tired of pulling you suckers, but I'll do my job 
tonight.
I stretch these old bones and take a good look at my 
reflection, but I can't see anything that's really 
worth a mention.
Oh, there I am just a speck at the bottom, or more like 
a stain waiting to be forgotten.
I'm an empty carcass, a hopeless case with a broken 
lock, but I'll be alright my skins thick like a wet 
blanket full of rocks.
This is me, a reality, a skinless mess trying to hold 
it all together.
Please don't let me be your goal, I'm a rusty car 
without leather.
No sunroof, no fancy engine, and no cd.
I'm all hubcaps, am/fm, and it costs extra if it's free 
.
I will point at you, I will put you down.
I will disappoint you every time I make these sounds.
So leave now, forget me, save yourself instead.
You are nothing.
Love, the voice inside my head.
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