Get Better

(альбом: Ruthless - 2021)

Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for anymore
Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for
Anymore!

The orbit that's holding me in position is losing
And any second now I feel like it'll give
This ship isn't keeping me on mission
And if I get any further out of position I'm a dead man
The speed is gonna kill me alone
If the friction and the fuel doesn't make me explode
The pilot is praying and saying he's changing
If he could survive it, if he could just make it

Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for anymore
Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for
Anymore!

So I'm holding onto all that I've got
Try to keep myself together but they tear me apart
How am I supposed to get better
When I've been taken apart and put back together
Hate me or not, this is all that I've got
Try to keep myself together but they tear me apart
How am I supposed to get better
When I've been taken apart and put back together

Conditions are worsening, complications are coming
And every second I can feel myself changing
Mentally my levees are broken
And my mind is getting overflooded, when will it stop raining
The rumors gonna kill me alone
When they hear I'm taking lessons now from Nina Simone
The public is watching and lying in waiting
For me to destroy this, for me to not make it!

Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for anymore
Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for
Anymore!

So I'm holding onto all that I got
Try to keep myself together but they tear me apart
How am I supposed to get better
When I've been taken apart and put back together
Hate me or not, this is all that I've got
Try to keep myself together but they tear me apart
How am I supposed to get better
When I've been taken apart and put back together

Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for anymore
Two way mirrors, white coats, clipboards
You're not telling me what I should live for anymore

So I'm holding onto all that I got
Try to keep myself together but they tear me apart
How am I supposed to get better
When I've been taken apart and put back together
Hate me or not, this is all that I've got
Try to keep myself together but they tear me apart
How am I supposed to get better
When I've been taken apart and put back together