You won't let me speak out With my best efforts to make you see I'm feeling so tied down Incarcerated whilst you pull my teeth What are you scared of Regretting the things you might of said Or is it the monsters clad with razor teeth Hiding deep beneath your bed
It's a little bit harder when you try so hard It's a little bit harder when I'm anxious and over think About this and the things I miss When you're falling apart It's a little bit harder you'll see Letting go of the monster in me Next time I'll try harder
My imperfections Making promises I can't keep I'm sick of these ghosts With holes in sheets, they keep me from my sleep (They keep me from my sleep)
We're both happy to walk away We've got our own issues to face I'm sick of all these ghosts and motions complicate We're both happy to walk away We've got our own issues to face I'm sick of all these ghosts and emotions complicatingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
