Do you really wanna know? - Novelists FR

Going down, going down with the sirens

Bring me down, bring me down, witness the violence

You’ll have to figure me out

Pretend to be what the eyes can see

How would you know that there’s a void inside of me?

I’ve been hiding in my plain sight to save me

And when it all comes undone who’s gonna take it away

What if I told the voice in my head

That I’ve always been trying my best, so what’s left to give?

But in the end I just feel so dead

If I keep hiding away then what’s left to live?

Do you really wanna know what it feels like from the inside?

But what you will find won’t be what’s on the outside

I hate that I don’t have the strength

I hate that I’m a fucking slave

Worst part is I know what you will find

Won’t be what’s on the outside

(I hate that I’m a fucking slave)

I’m such a fucking slave

God, I’m done, yeah I’m done with the silence

Bring me down, bring me down, erase the violence

I can’t quite figure it out

Why can’t I heal, this can’t be real

I’m lost in the void and I can’t barely feel

Tryna seize a world that can’t be

The choices that I make lead to the end of me

What if I told the voice in my head?

If you don’t want me to change, then how could I?

But in the end I just feel so dead

If I keep hiding away then what’s left to live?

Do you really wanna know what it feels like from the inside?

But what you will find won’t be what’s on the outside

I hate that I don’t have the strength

I hate that I’m a fucking slave

Worst part is I know what you will find

Won’t be what’s on the outside

I became someone that I don’t want to be

This void is all I can see

When nothing is left down inside of me

Who’s gonna set me free?

Who’s gonna set me free?

Who’s gonna set me free?