Coming Back?

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/foreverbanished/1712706584 https://open.spotify.com/artist/0rsSe1eRIwbFequBKBR3Ea 'Coming Back?' by Foreverbanished. Music from "I'm Still Walking with American Fallacism." Find him here: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/foreverbxnished/ (Foreverbxnished) Blog: https://substack.com/@foreverbanished?utm_source=global-search (Foreverbanished) Discord Server: https://discord.gg/FR6m8VVWq6 thank you. LYRICS Why would you do that, I’m coming back There’s a room full of people that wanna attack All they want is my ego, my misery I’ve got none to give, so what’s it gonna be? Why would you do that, I’m coming back There’s a room full of people that wanna attack All they want is my ego, my misery She ask me ‘What’d you give for a night with me?’ I’d give all the people bloody lips I’d give all the liars a broken wrist I’d give all the trophies to who earned it I’d give nothing but my lack of sleep Baby, come on, I’ve nothing to give So food for thought, just give to me Give to me You don’t care, I don’t You don’t care, I don’t There’s room up there for you And I don’t mean to stare, you’re so cute You don’t care, I don’t You don’t care, I don’t There’s a room upstairs for you And I don’t mean to stare, you’re so cute Why would you do that, I’m coming back There’s a room full of people that wanna attack All they want is my ego, my misery And I’ve got none to give, so what’s it gonna be? Why would you do that, I’m coming back There’s a room full of people that wanna attack All they want is my ego, my misery Got none to give, so what’s it gonna be? Broken lips, bloody wrists, trophies to who earned it Bloody lips, broken wrists, trophies to who earned it Nothing to give but my lack of sleep Nothing to give but my lack of sleep Less’ you want a dollar bill, but that’s not free Broke my back just so you could eat Baby keep going, I’m not coming back I’m alone in this room with no feeling attached All I’ve got is my ego, my misery I’d kill to throw it away, got no gun on me Baby keep going, I’m not coming back I’m alone in this room with no feeling attached All I’ve got is my ego, my misery I’d kill to throw it away, got no gun on me -Gun around me Bloody lips, broken wrists, trophies to who earned it Bloody lips, broken wrists, trophies to who earned it