Coming from the end, from the end of time
Coming from the days of real, uneven life
Writing on a board, pillory my fame
Nothing’s like a spoken word, telling no lies
Through these nights, I can be a fool
One of those without the label on
Not myself, I lie to me
Coming from the end, to the end of time
Fallen to the place of bad, unfair life
Hitting on these keys, covering my shame
I can be my anyone, just more refined
Watch me now, I became the fool
Washed from the dirt I’m going to roam
Through your gaze, mind my game
Feeding my thirst for show
Is causing me headache
Going through profiles
I build up my life
Feeding my thirst for show
Is causing me headache
Going through profiles, what did I find?
An empty book of friends
Oh, I don’t want to lie there, no more
I’ve lost my life there, I’m blind
Watch me now, I became the fool
Washed from the dirt I’m going to roam
Through your gaze, mind my game
Feeding my thirst for show
Is causing me headache
Going through profiles
I build up my life
Feeding my thirst for show
Is causing me headache
Going through profiles, what did I find?
An empty book of friends
……
Feeding my thirst for show – don’t hide your life
Is causing me headache – dirty grime
Going through profiles – no more lies
I build up my life
Feeding my thirst for show – don’t hide your life
Is causing me headache – dirty grime
Going through profiles – no more lies – and what did I find?
Is an empty book of friends
……
Don’t hide your life, dirty grime, no more lies.
Empty Book Of Friends
