Slaves talk to a friend lyrics

Slaves

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I just called to see how you're doing
Never mind, that's a lie, I've been going through it
I had a good thing, but I blew it
It wasn't her fault and she knew it

Tell me, what kind of man am I supposed to be
When the lines the razor blade made are faded?
Is there really any hope for me
If a simple conversation's complicated?

I know everything I've ever done wrong
That kind of memory won't let me move on
Though there's bound to be some things that you ain't told me
I could never be ashamed of you homie

I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)

Step inside, this is my confession
I let resentment turn into a deep depression
I spend the next five lines asking bad questions
How could I hit rock bottom, never learning a lesson?

Do I deserve this hurting?
If my body goes limp, would I float to the surface?
Or can I live in a world with no purpose?
How could I change when I'm still the same person?

I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)

Stuck in a circle, waiting to die
I won't find a way out, looking inside
Don't I deserve to make anything right?
I won't find a way out, looking inside

Stuck in a circle, waiting to die
I won't find a way out, looking inside
Don't I deserve to make anything right?
I won't find a way out, looking inside

I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)

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Submitted on April 16, 2022

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I just called to see how you’re doing

Never mind, that’s a lie

I’ve been going through it

I had a good thing but I blew it

It wasn’t her fault and she knew it

Tell me, what kind of man am I s’posed to be

When the lines the razor blade made are faded

Is there really any hope for me

If a simple conversation’s complicated

I know everything I’ve ever done wrong

That kind of memory won’t let me move on

Though there’s bound to be some things that you ain’t told me

I could never be ashamed of you homie

I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself

(I’m turning my life to hell)

See the voice in my head really needs some help

(I figure I might as well)

I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself

(I’m turning my life to hell)

See the voice in my head really needs some help

(I figure I might as well)

Step inside this is my confession

I let resentment turn into a deep depression

I spend the next five lines asking bad questions

How could I hit rock bottom never learning a lesson?

Do I deserve this hurting?

If my body goes limp would I float to the surface?

Or can I live in a world with no purpose?

How could I change when I’m still the same person?

I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself

(I’m turning my life to hell)

See the voice in my head really needs some help

(I figure I might as well)

I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself

(I’m turning my life to hell)

See the voice in my head really needs some help

(I figure I might as well)

Stuck in a circle

Waiting to die

I won’t find a way out

Looking inside

Don’t I deserve

To make anything right

I won’t find a way out

Looking inside

Stuck in a circle

Waiting to die

I won’t find a way out

Looking inside

Don’t I deserve

To make anything right

I won’t find a way out

Looking inside

I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself

(I’m turning my life to hell)

See the voice in my head really needs some help

(I figure I might as well)

I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself

(I’m turning my life to hell)

See the voice in my head really needs some help

(I figure I might as well)