Counterfeit (Ain't Tripping)
Written by Completely Inadequate
Instrumental: “Ain't Tripping" by JohnXProd
[C.I.]
Nothings how it used to be
And I’m feeling like a eulogy
Dead spirit in a human being
Poltergeist might even seem
Nice, let em in to sleep tight
“just count sheep bitch
Trust me it’ll end quick"
Every year it gets faster
‘less you hear this after I’m gone -
- everlasting thoughts engraved in a song
But now it’s so long
It was me all along
Placing blame where I shouldn’t be
Promises that I shouldn’t keep
Just to not be alone, let me go
Let me know, how you are
Better yet, forget that part
Never thought a heart could just shatter apart —
And then still see the cracks after gluing it back —
Yeah yet none of that matters a matter of fact
Counterfeit — count the fits
Running to crawl
Full-speed to a stall
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this
Counterfeit — count the fits
Running to crawl
Full-speed to a halt
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this…
Stuck on attack there’s no time to defend
And i ruined the story by skipping to end
Looking around, where are all of my friends?
And I know that you read since the messages sent
But you keep on ignoring, forget i exist
Forgot I am myth, this is all in my head
Can I take of the lenses that say I’m not dead?
Cuz this simulation is just making me sick
Making me itch, the parasites won
They called it a cinch, my biome is done
Clocks always tick, whens the right time to run?
There's too many to pick, have I made the right one?
Probably not — no probable cause
Horribly lost — unthinkable odds
Think and a pause — no need for applause
This mask I got on is just shutting my jaw
Counterfeit — count the fits
Running to crawl
Full-speed to a stall
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this
Counterfeit — count the fits
Running to crawl
Full-speed to a halt
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this head of mine, rip it right off
No need for this…
Stuck on the fence, there's no time for defense
And I worry ‘bout something till it never ends
And it haunts and it screams, its a ghost inside me
Its regret that floats in and then out of my dreams
I can’t budge, I won’t move
And it flows and consumes
All the thoughts I thought I had control of to choose
I guess I thought all wrong — since the timings all off
I am not the person that you thought that I was
Counterfeit
-[C.I.]