I feel like an imposter, think I need a doctor
Taken on a monster that left me for dead
If I could get my head fixed, fuck all of the bullshit
Maybe I could learn how to function again
They say, “Get your act together. Blame it on the weather.”
When does this get better? ‘Cause I’m getting worse
You think that I’m happy, but I’m just really acting
Just like “The Great Gatsby”. What’s it all worth?
Don’t give up on me, don’t give up on me
Don’t give up on me now
I feel like an imposter, think I need a doctor
Taken on a monster that left me for dead
If I could get my head fixed, fuck all of the bullshit
Maybe I could learn how to function again
Function again
Function again
Don’t give up on me, don’t give up on me
Don’t give up on me now
I know that it’s not hopeless, it’s just so hard to focus
In case you didn’t notice, I’m just a little dope sick
Dope sick
Don’t give up on me
I feel like an imposter, think I need a doctor
Taken on a monster that left me for dead
Don’t give up on me
If I could get my head fixed, fuck all of the bullshit
Maybe I could learn how to function again
I feel like an imposter
I feel like an imposter
I don’t know who to believe
And I don’t know which one is me
I don’t know who to believe
And I don’t know which one is me
Other lyrics by Shinedown:
At The Bottom
Please watch your step and don’t mind the mess We’re just invading your space Ah, yes Quick on the draw Don’t repeat what you saw You think you know me? …
Back To The Living
I haven’t lost my mind, but I still might I picked up a knife in a gun fight I had to memorize the moment I’m a little late, but I’ll own it I know …
Bear With Me
No one ever said growing up that they wanna be a wannabe Such controversy No one ever said growing up that they’ll never get it right But that’s life So why …
Burning Down The Disco
Burning down the disco I bet you never thought you’d see a moment like this Now you’re making money, but you’re not on the list No one’s taking …
Dance, Kid, Dance
Mind clouded, losing vision Thoughts racing but the head won’t listen Add it up, it’s just division Nails scratching down a chalkboard prison Who are you …