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letra de body - shifting perspectives

i claw and i tear me apart
but theres no sign of wear on my skin
i keep calling it some form of art
yet i still don’t know where to begin

it’s not that hard
it’s not that hard
it’s not that hard
it’s not that hard

the dealer, they call out my bluff
and prevent me from playing my hand
and although i don’t think it’s enough
i’m too powerless to make a stand

i’ll play my part
i’ll play my part
i’ll play my part (it’s not that hard)
i’ll play my part (it’s not that hard)

oh you’re hurtin your hurtin your
hurtin your hurtin your head
i don’t know how you do it just saying you’re fine

and you’re getting too comfortable
lying around on your floor with no thoughts in your head
only tears in your eyes
and i know that i’ve got no prescription
that will cure any of my deception
and i can’t find some kind of prevention
for this turning into some fixation
so i try
and i try
and i try
and i try
and i try
and i try
and i try
and i try it again

oh no you wouldn’t get it
no you wouldn’t gеt it
no you wouldn’t get it

i admit it’s not really a problem
(but it only sеrves nothing to you)
even if you can’t look at me right
(cause you say what you know isn’t true)
i can say that it doesn’t affect me
(but you think of it everyday)
when you call me the person i was
but that’s all that you see
(oh but how did you make it this way)
but i look in the mirror and it’s not really me
(so you try and you try it again)
it’s counter-productive cause’ i can’t the words out
(but the cycle it just doesn’t end)
and just say what i mean
it’s so tiring
so whats all the point of this trying

and it all seems to burden my psyche
so i mask it all at my expense
still my body deteriorates beside me
and it just doesn’t seem to make sense
and the toller knows nothing about it
and it pains me to pay him the fee
the amount of my life that’s been wasted and lost in the weeds
it’s still just me
no it’s just me

and it’s getting too
getting too
getting too
getting too close to the eminent feeling
that you’re gonna die
(but you won’t go yet)
(no you won’t go yet)
(no you can’t go yet)

and now that you are older and
everything’s smaller
do you start to wonder “where did i go wrong in my life?”

so i lie
cause i’m fine
no, i’m fine
and i’m so tired
and sick of trying
so why not
so why not

- shifting perspectives

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