Has This Hit?

(Dimly man I'll call you)

Another disappointed soul

Well I tried, I tried to keep it in control

Well I, I will end up on the dole

It's my life

And now, fall into it I go

Well Blue

You've got me on the go

But don't worry

You'll never know

Your eyes, are never cold

To me, well at least, that's what I've been told

Girl, you made

My dreams

Come true

It's all a clue

It's all for you

Myself is still eighteen

In cue

And it's all

That I want to do

I know when I look into the sky

There is no meaning

Girl I'm the only one believing

That there's nothing to believe in

I'm dreaming

My aspirations got a ceiling

Well I'm constantly cleaning

The skies of your dealings

Well, my guts are on the floor

For you to adore me

And all that I can be

See

Girl what I say

On the horizon

The skies are grey

The skies are grey

Has this hit?

Has this hit?

See girl I wish it here

You know I wish it here

You see I'm tired every night

See things never seem quite right

I'm never fully content

I wish it worked and went

Well, for once

If you're kind

Then people are cunts

They pull stunts

To stunt your progress

I know it's slow to digest

The way you're inside stress

You're not blessed

You're definitely not blessed

I don't deserve history repeating itself

I Always see myself getting picked up and left back on the shelf

Again and again

Again and again

You're not my pen

You're my paper

You're not my heart

You're its breaker

You're its breaker

You're its breaker

You're its breaker

You're its breaker