You’ve read the books, 
You’ve watched the shows, 
What’s the best way no one knows
Medicated, hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it wont
Your doing all these things out of desperation, 
Your going through six degrees of seperation.

You hear the drinking, take a toll
Watch the past go up in smoke.
Fake a smile, lie and say that, 
I’m better now than ever and your life’s okay
Well it’s not. No
You’re doing all these things out of desperation, 
You’re going through six degrees of seperation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else 
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.

(No, no there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)

You tell your friends, strangers too, 
Anyone throwin an arm around you, yeah
Tarrot cards
Gems and stones, 
Believing all that shit is gon’na heal your soul.
We’ll it’s not, No.

You’re only doing things out of desperation, 
You’re goin’ through six degree’s of separation.

No there’s no starting over, 
Without finding closure, You take them back, 
No hesitation, 
That’s when you know you’ve reached the Six Degreee’s of separation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Script- Lyssnar på deras nya skiva and they never fail

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