“God could you tell me how I feel?” “I wake up and realize, that I keep praying… That I could just strip away every pointless blockage. I laugh but I know it’s not funny.” “It’s kinda sad honestly. The way I look so pathetic in my own eyes. Actually? No factually, it’s ironic when I stop to recount to myself. All these beautiful things I can create but yet I’ve always been blinded by the lies I write down and the songs I cling too.” [Verse 1] “God could you tell me how I feel?” I wake up and I realize I keep praying That I could just strip away Every pointless blockage I laugh But I know it’s not funny It’s kinda sad honestly The way I look so pathetic In my own eyes [Pre-Chorus] Actually? No factually It’s ironic When I stop To recount to myself All these beautiful things I can create But I’ve been blinded Blinded by my own lies
