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milena noir - fake it through lyrics

(verse 1)
she’s always reading
like she’s running from life
diving into drama
‘cause her own’s a mess of strife
he hurt her once
now she’s glued to the screen
living out fantasies
‘cause her reality’s too obscene

she doesn’t drink
doesn’t smoke or pop pills
so she spends her nights
chasing fake thrills
vicariously living
through someone else’s fight
‘cause her own story’s boring
and she’s too f+cking scared to try

(pre+chours)
it’s different for all of us
in all shapеs and sizes
and fyi, you wouldn’t be able to
rеcognize it

(chorus)
some like to drink, some like to smoke
some fill the void with five grams of coke
ones like to train, to run
(from their problems)
and i like to scroll through the mess
the world has to offer, i guess
laugh at the pain, fake a little zest
‘cause in the end, we’re all just a joke at best
(verse 2)
i take part in drinking
and binge watching shows
i puff puff and pass it
to the ones in my zone
high on the cloud, so far from nine
i forget about life and that one guy

(pre+chours)
it’s different for all of us
we’re all just acting fine
but we’re all one breakdown away
from losing our d+mn minds

(bridge)
call up the therapist, say “i’m doing great”
pop a pill, take a shot, it’s too late
lines on the table, shots in my hand
we lie to survive, don’t pretend we understand
laugh like it’s fine, cry like we care
but we’re just numb, and we’re gasping for air
(verse 3)
she smokes ‘til she chokes
he drinks ‘til he drops
we’re stuck in the same loop
same dead+end stops
f+ck the fresh start, f+ck the reset
we’re addicted to chaos, no shame, no regret
take a line, take a shot, whatever’s on sale
we’re numb as sh+t, but we’re doing it well
we lie to our friends, “yeah, i’m doing fine”
but we’re just counting the days
‘til we cross the line

some like to f+ck, some like to fight
some fill the void by staying up all night
ones like to pray, to beg for some grace
and i like to hide behind this screen
in the same old place
we all fake it just to make it through
but in the end
we’re all just too f+cking screwed
(outro)
we’re all just faking, trying to survive
pretending we’re fine, but we’re barely alive

- milena noir lyrics

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