Testo The Mixture

Take a picture of me, I'm dying for more.
I really can't believe this, we just all want to be on TV.
A minute of this face time tearing down your door.
Driven by one hundred forms of fear.

I've been trying to deny this all for too long.

To keep my mouth shut, and it's got me nowhere to expose you. I cannot blame you; I will not please you; I do not need you.
To do the things that get you off.

When you tell me, the things I have to.
When you call me; I don't want to.
Out here with a backpack, traveling back track.
When I don't need to.
It never made sense to me.
But it always made sense to you.

And I will still be here, in front of you, in spite of you.

So smile as you look in the mirror.
Give me, my receipt now though.
Fuck this industry. Excuse me to death.
Can we say fuck it?
You can have metal BACK!
You can have it back.

I'll say it again, I said I'm in it to win it - don't hold.
Can't you tell that I'm already in the mix?
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