Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Lead Vocals
Colin Vieira
Colin Vieira
Electric Bass Guitar
Felipe Sánchez
Felipe Sánchez
Electric Guitar
Weston Richmond
Weston Richmond
Electric Guitar
Zack Baker
Zack Baker
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Songwriter
Colin Vieira
Colin Vieira
Songwriter
Felipe Sánchez
Felipe Sánchez
Songwriter
Weston Richmond
Weston Richmond
Songwriter
Jimmy Alexander
Jimmy Alexander
Songwriter
Zack Baker
Zack Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Alexander
Jimmy Alexander
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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)
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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)
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
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)
Written by: Colin Vieira, Felipe Sánchez, Jimmy Alexander, Juan Sanchez, Matt McAndrew, Weston Richmond, Zachary Baker
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