Estiva - Death Of Me

Can't I just blow you away With what I mean, how I say It's hard to write what I can't feel When all you want is mass appeal... What you want, it isn't real... It isn't real... You should know most of it's fake Smoke and mirrors, for money's sake Start to think of when you'll stray Loose it all be stuck this way... Between the lines, I'm not o'kay... I'm not o'kay... This industry, industry Will get the best of me, best of me... Your industry, industry Will be the death of me, death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me... Death of me...