Torn Up - Dion Timmer, Sullivan King

Say hello to buried judgment

Welcome swallowed pride

No one really gives a fuck

If you don’t ask me what’s left alive

Take a look around and see how

No one knows you’re even real

Memories are made as often

As our lips remain sealed

I feel torn up

Each morsel’s weak

I’ve lost everything

Because you lied to me

I feel torn up

Each moment you speak

When will I ever trust again

I’ve done so much to be

Do you believe in politics

Trickery and endless lust

Even if they aren’t corrupt

You’re still guaranteed to lose touch

There’s nothing worse than apathy

Giving up on everything

Streets only the deceiver

Why is it beholding hands and

Seeking

Singing

They’re wondering why you’re here

I feel torn up

Each morsel’s weak

I’ve lost everything

Because you lied to me

I feel torn up

Each moment you speak

When will I ever trust again

I’ve done so much to be

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