Most nights I find myself alone, in the months that past since I saw you last, in the distance we have grown. And my few friends they are repeating to me how last year was hard, but this ones ours, like they can't see the weight that's shaping me.
These doubt and deadlines get me on my feet, point me places I thought I'd never be. Doubt and deadlines get the best of me, while I'm just trying to get some sleep.
But that's been hard this week.
I used to fight for anything at all, but nothing's ever worth it anymore. And my own brain keeps repeating to me how I'm never good enough and I'm starting to believe.
These doubt and deadlines get me on my feet, point me places I thought I'd never be. Doubt and deadlines get the best of me, while I'm just trying to get some sleep.
But that's been hard this week.
I am more than the sum of past actions, your arrows are forevermore a distant reflection.
I may not have much to give, but I'm hnest and thats more than I can say for him. I don't have a thing to prove to someone who hides behind twitter alone in their room.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
